My fiancé of five years knew because he was the father of the baby.
When I reached our row, however, someone else was sitting in my seat.
Camellia, the twenty-three-year-old intern who had joined our department two months earlier, was curled beside the window with Luke’s charcoal blazer draped over her shoulders. Luke stood beside her with one hand resting on the seat and the other smoothing her hair away from her face.
