“I don’t know how to answer that in a way that doesn’t sound like a trick. I was not with anyone else. The time fits him. You were in a place I could not point to on the days it started.”
“You didn’t tell me on a call.”
“And say it how? Between the delay and the other guys walking through the frame? I wrote it. I deleted it. I am not proud of the deleting.”
He looked at her belly again. Six months. A calendar could do that math without a lawyer. He had done it in the doorway and the smile had died on the sum.