Julian’s expression hardened. “Still pretending to have dignity?”
“No,” I said. “Just remembering something.”
“What?”
“How sloppy you are when you think someone is weak.”
His face twitched.
A nurse entered with a clipboard, but Dr. Thorne quietly took it from her and read the top page. His jaw clenched.
“They removed her insurance?” he asked.
Julian shrugged. “Administrative issue.”
Dr. Thorne’s voice dropped. “You canceled coverage for a woman carrying your child?”
“She’s my ex-wife,” Julian snapped.
“And the child?”
Eleanor grabbed Julian’s arm. “Enough. We’re leaving. Our lawyer will handle this.”
“Good,” I said. “Bring him.”
They both turned.
I reached for my hospital bag and pulled out the folder. Not the original one from under my mattress. A copy. The originals were already with my attorney.
Julian saw the printed emails first.
His face drained.
I held one up. “This one is my favorite. The part where your mother writes, ‘If Vivian refuses custody terms, leak the affair story and freeze her out.’ Very elegant.”
Eleanor’s mouth opened.
