mother told me.”
“That isn’t what I meant.”
“I know.”
I looked down at Cassandra’s letters.
“There’ll be a paternity test eventually. For legal clarity. But I don’t need one to understand what happened.”
Martin sat beside me.
“Does Cassandra want money?”
The question irritated me immediately.
Then I realized that three hours earlier, I might have asked the same thing.
“No.”
“Custody?”
“We haven’t discussed it.”
“What does she want?”
“I don’t know.”
That answer frightened me more than the others.
I had spent my entire career discovering what
