“You’re… what?” Glen says, genuinely disoriented. Zak’s head snaps up. “Wait… pregnant?” Kate doesn’t look away from her husband. Her hands are flat on the table now. “I’m pregnant,” she repeats, a little firmer this time. “That’s not possible,” he says, shaking his head. “We use condoms. Every time.” “You’re telling me a condom failed?” Kate nods quickly, grateful for the lifeline. “They do. It happens. Rare, but—” she l...