“That’s not fair.”
“No,” I said, my voice steady. “What wasn’t fair was changing your number after I sent you the first ultrasound. What wasn’t fair was having your lawyer tell mine you wanted no further contact. What wasn’t fair was calling me a liar before a doctor ever said a word.”
Patricia covered her mouth.
Marcus looked at his mother, then back at me. “I never got an ultrasound.”
The room went still again.
I stared at him. “What?”
“I never got one,” he said. “I got your voicemail. I got the message saying you were pregnant. I thought—”
“You thought I invented four children?” I asked.
“No. Back then I thought you invented one.”
Celeste’s eyes closed briefly.
Harold stepped forward. “Marcus.”
His tone held a warning.
I turned toward Harold. Something in his face made a cold thread pull through me. “What do you know?”
