"Not until the sixth month, and by then it will be too late. Even if it is David's, it's still just a pup. I can't do that, it hasn't done anything." I got up and got the box of tissues and blew my nose as she wiped her eyes. "If it is a wolf, I'll raise it myself or give it to you to adopt out. If it is Mark's, I can't take it away from him. He doesn't even know." She looked at me again. "It's far more likely to be Mark's, so I need to see him, I can't do this to him over the phone."

We talked...