HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

”

“A boy?”

“And now?”

“Now he says he needs to focus on his defense.”

There was bitterness in her voice.

But beneath it, something else.

Fear.

“You signed an agreement,” I said.

Her face changed.

“What agreement?”

“With the clinic.”

“I signed forms.”

“As intended parent?”

“I don’t remember.”

“You remember.”

She looked at me.

Julian had used her name because he needed continue reading …