I had never heard of him.
Rachel had.
“He represented Greenhaven Reproductive Medicine eighteen years ago.”
My pulse quickened.
“Why would Darius pay the clinic’s old lawyer?”
“We don’t know.”
Leonard Chase initially refused to speak.
Then Rachel subpoenaed records in connection with the custody case.
The payment had been described as consulting fees.
Consulting about what?
Chase claimed attorney-client privilege.
Rachel challenged it.
Weeks passed.
Meanwhile, Caleb started therapy.
So did Leah.
Eventually, at the therapist’s recommendation, the children met again.
Not in a courtroom.
Not at a lawyer’s office.
A park.
I was terrified.
Caleb stood beside me holding a soccer ball.
Leah approached with Simone.
They stared at each other.
Two children connected by the worst mistake—or crime—of our lives.
Finally Leah said, “You look like my dad.”
Caleb frowned.
“You look like mine.”
For some reason, they both laughed.
The adults didn’t.
