DNA? His child! Was I even pregnant or just....hungover?

I sat on the penthouse floor for hours after Lukas left-back against the wall, knees drawn up, staring at nothing. The city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows in thin gold stripes across the carpet. My phone stayed silent.

I didn't know what to say or do and my heart was aching. I could feel it beat in my stomach. Shaking, I opened Olga's number and texted her: "He wants a DNA test. He heard everything."

No reply. I knew she could be busy since we were still at work. I tried to get up but I felt dizzy. One move...