My husband refused to do a DNA test for our daughter’s school project – so I did it behind his back, and the results prompted me to call the police.

“Sue? You look like you haven’t slept. What’s going on?”

“I need to talk to Mike. Now.”

Something in my face must have made her realize that this wasn’t insignificant. She stepped aside.

“What’s going on?”

Mike arrived in the corridor. He stopped when he saw me.

“You knew? All this time?! You knew the truth about my daughter?”

He ran a hand over his face. “Sue…”

“Answer me.”

“I knew it.”

Lindsay’s head turned towards him. “You knew what? ”

“Did you know the truth about my daughter?”

Mike looked at me, but she didn’t.

“Greg was falling apart. He felt useless. He said you wanted a baby more than anything, and he couldn’t give you one. He asked for help.”

“Help? You call that… help?”

“We had an agreement,” Mike said quickly. “A gentleman’s agreement. Nobody was ever to know. I wouldn’t be involved. It would just be… biology. He would be the father in every way that matters.”

Lindsay stared at him as if he had suddenly started speaking another language.

“You call that… help?”

“A gentlemen’s agreement? About another woman’s body?” she whispered.

Mike’s voice broke. “I thought I was saving your marriage. I thought I was giving you a gift.”