My husband mocked me in court for having no lawyer—unaware my legal team and federal investigators were already waiting, and the evidence in my hands was about to destroy everything

said nothing.

“I decorated the nursery.”

“I know.”

Her eyes filled.

“They told me you did not want the baby and could not safely care for her. I liked being chosen enough that I never asked why another woman had to disappear for my dream to become real.”

Her apology did not erase anything, but it did not deepen the injury either.

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