“Do you?”
“I’m her ex-husband.”
“I know who you are, Mr. Bellamy.”
The way she said it made me feel smaller than any insult could have.
“I need to know she’s safe,” I said. “And the babies.”
“That may be true. But needing something does not make you entitled to it.”
I gripped the steering wheel. Her words landed because they were true.
“I found out today that I was lied to,” I said. “About everything. About Megan. About the babies. I’m not asking you to trust me. I’m asking you to tell her I know. Tell her I’m sorry. Tell her I will not come near her unless she agrees.”
There was a long pause.
When Mrs. Alvarez spoke again, her voice had softened by a single degree. “There’s a motel near Leiper’s Fork. Blue sign. Six rooms. The owner is decent. That is all I’ll say.”
