Remnants of Us

That night, after his shower, Gideon walked into the study in a clean set of pajamas. The divorce papers lay on the desk.

His gaze caught on the paternity report beside them. His fingertips brushed the faint puckered marks on the paper鈥攖eardrops, fallen and dried.

Gideon sank into the chair, weariness etched into his posture. He pictured the moment Gemma had seen the report, and something sharp tw