I stared at him.
“You used your passengers as witnesses?”
“No.”
“You said my name.”
“I was emotional.”
“You said Caleb’s name.”
“I was trying to explain—”
“To whom?”
He had no answer.
I stood.
His lawyer told me to sit.
I didn’t.
I leaned across the table.
“You humiliated our son at thirty thousand feet because you wanted to create a narrative.”
“No.”
“You wanted Simone to trust you.”
“Yes.”
“You wanted her cooperative until you figured out how to get Leah.”
“Maya—”
“And you were willing to let Caleb believe I wasn’t his mother.”
“I never wanted that.”
“But you did it.”
He looked destroyed.
For months, I had wondered whether the man I loved still existed somewhere underneath the lies.
That day, I stopped wondering.
Police interviewed Simone two weeks later.
Then federal investigators became involved because Greenhaven had handled genetic material across state lines and falsified medical records had been implicated.
