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“Leonie, we can get a paternity test when the baby is bigger,” Fiona says, stroking Leonie’s hair. Leonie jerks away from her mother. She grabs Fiona’s wrist and watches the woman freeze in shock and fear. Fiona’s right eyelid twitches with a nervous tic. Leonie wants to slap her mother across her stupid, scared face. “Are you saying you don’t believe me?” Leonie screams. “Lance is my baby’s father! I’d never let that son of a b***h in there even touch me.” “Of course I believe you, dear,” Fiona says. … Gabrielle crouches behind a door, watching Mrs. Peters. The elegant woman looks pale and her dark, knee-length dress is wrinkled. In one hand she twists a tissue over and over until the paper begins to dissolve into little shreds. A team of armed bodyguards stand outside the door to Ch