Two weeks after the prom - Elena, five and a half months pregnant
Enzo's phone rang at 7 a.m.
We were having coffee when he answered.
"Hello?" Pause. His face hardening. "When? ... No, she won't... I understand. I'll talk to lawyers."
He hung up. He looked at me.
"What happened?" I asked, my stomach sinking.
"Rafael," Enzo said. "He filed a formal request for a paternity test."
The world stopped.
"What?"
"His lawyer filed it today. Claiming that the chronology of the pregnancy coincides with the period when you were together. Requesting a DNA test."
My hand went to my stomach. Baby kicked.
"Can he do that? Legally?"
"He can request it. But the judge can deny it. And our lawyers will fight to deny it."
"But what if the judge accepts? What if the test shows it's his?"
Silence.
"Then we'll deal with it," Enzo finally said. — I'll adopt. And we'll fight for custody. Rafael doesn't stand a chance considering his history.
