“Did you travel to Miami?”
“Yes.”
“With Simone?”
“And Leah.”
“Did Maya know?”
“No.”
“Why were you there?”
“I wanted time with Leah.”
“Were you still living with Maya?”
“Yes.”
“Did you tell Maya you were flying a training route?”
Darius closed his eyes.
“Yes.”
That hurt in a new way.
He had kissed me before leaving.
I remembered it.
“Three days,” he had said.
“I’ll bring you something terrible from the hotel gift shop.”
He had spent those days with Simone and Leah.
Rachel’s voice remained calm.
“Did you share a hotel room with Simone?”
“No.”
“Did you kiss her?”
“No.”
“Did you discuss the possibility of a romantic relationship?”
Darius hesitated.
His attorney leaned toward him.
Darius answered.
“Yes.”
There it was.
Not imagination.
Not misunderstanding.
“Yes.”
I looked away.
Rachel continued.
“What did you discuss?”
“The possibility that…”
He stopped.
“That what?”
“That if the children had never been switched, our lives might have been very different.”
