And?”
“And he knew someone at the hospital.”
Something cold moved through me.
Vanessa pushed back from the table.
“No.”
Tyler looked at her.
“My father arranged things.”
“What things?”
“You went into labor early.”
“I know how my children were born.”
“Elliot needed extra monitoring. You were sedated for a while after surgery. There was confusion.”
“There was not confusion.”
Her voice sharpened.
“There was a plan.”
Tyler didn’t deny it.
I stared at him.
“What did your father arrange?”
Tyler’s lips pressed together.
I leaned forward.
“What did he arrange?”
He looked at the door.
At Mason.
Then back to me.
“He arranged for one of the babies to be taken out of the maternity ward.”
Vanessa stood so quickly that her chair struck the wall.
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
Some sentences are too enormous to understand the first time you hear them.
“What do you mean
