emergency. Please, hurry.”

Fifteen minutes felt like fifteen hours. Silas stood on that balcony, holding our son over the edge the entire time. Rowan was screaming so hard he could barely breathe.

Knox burst through the door. “What’s happening?” He saw Silas and his face went white. “Silas! What are you doing? That’s your son!”

“You two have been sleeping together. Admit it!”

Knox’s mouth dropped open. “What? No! That’s insane!”

“Don’t lie to me!” Silas screamed.

“We’re not lying,” I sobbed.