The Unborn

***Victor***

*He’s lying.*

The thought arrived with strong certainty like a reflex meant to protect what remained of my sanity. It planted itself firmly in my mind and refused to move.

He has to be lying. Because if he wasn’t… then everything I believed about the past—about Sloane, about Noelle, about myself—would unravel into something unrecognizable.

How could the child Sloane carried have been