wedding tuxedo.
His bow tie hung loose. His face was gray. Behind him came Vanessa in a white silk dress, furious and barefoot, as if she had sprinted across a parking lot and lost both shoes to panic.
“Is it true?” Noah demanded.
The nurse moved between us. “Sir, lower your voice.”
Vanessa’s eyes landed on the baby. Her lips parted, then curled. “That’s continue reading …