Richard entered while loosening his tie. The moment he saw Ethan sitting in the living room, he stopped.
“What is he doing here?” he demanded. Then he noticed the baby. “And why is there a baby in my house?”
For the first time in years, I did not tremble.
I carried the documents to the dining table and arranged them in front of him.
Diane’s apartment lease.
School tuition receipts.
Bank statements.
Twelve years of photographs.
“Sit down, Richard,” I said.
His face changed when he saw the evidence.
“Where did you get this?” he shouted. “Ethan forged it. He’s lying.”
“I have nothing left to lose,” Ethan replied. “You already took everything from me.”
Richard’s anger quickly became desperation.
“Mary, listen to me. It isn’t what it looks like. I was going to tell you eventually. I was trying to keep everything stable for this family.”
