One sound.
Pure disbelief.
“I did.”
“You told me you might be pregnant.”
“No.”
“I told you I was pregnant.”
“You refused the appointment.”
“I told you there were four.”
“I sent ultrasound records.”
“I sent birth notices.”
He frowned.
“What birth notices?”
That stopped me.
“You never saw them?”
“No.”
“Your attorney did.”
“What attorney?”
“Your divorce attorney.”
Adrian went still.
His father said quietly:
“He died several years ago.”
“I know,” I answered.
Adrian looked at me.
“What exactly did you send?”
“Everything.”
“Medical records.”
“Hospital updates.”
“Birth information.”
“Requests for paternity acknowledgment.”
His face grew progressively paler.
“I never saw birth certificates.”
“Your attorney’s office responded.”
“What response?”
I could still recite it.
“Major Vale declines further communication concerning unsupported pregnancy claims.”
Adrian stared at me.
Then shook his head.
“I never approved that wording.”
Vanessa asked:
“Did you tell your attorney she was lying?”
