Alan’s laughter echoed across the festival grounds, and I smiled.
Afterward, Jude and I agreed almost immediately on one thing: get a test, just to make sure. We would figure the rest out after the results.
We went through it, and the answers would arrive in two weeks. I knew Jude would want to be part of Alan’s life if the tests proved paternity, and maybe, that was a blessing.
Because Jude had always been the good guy, the responsible one, the friend who never let anyone down. Of course, he’d want to be a father to his son. I didn’t know if his wife would be happy about it.
But in any case, my perfectly planned life of being a single mother seemed about to change again, and this time, I wasn’t running away.
Sometimes the best stories are the ones we never meant to write.
