That-- was, uh, a lot to take in. She had a child? A … mistress’ child? He and his father had just figured she was off enjoying newlywed life. Watched her in the reflection of their kitchen knife.

He knew he should feel more than exasperation over the plausibly deniable confession of killing her husband’s bastard, but … all that got out of him was a higher arch of his brows. Of course.

“You could have dropped him off at a-- church.”

Ugh, the word tumbled out before he could stop him.

“Never mind, for the better.”

He paused the knife in the water, a million questions whirling through his mind.

“Whose was it?” was what finally came out.