fertility specialist.”
Silence.
For eighteen months, Alexander and I had been trying to have a baby.
I had gone to the appointment alone because I wanted to surprise him if the treatment worked.
It had.
I never got the chance to tell him.
Alexander looked as though something inside him had broken.
Vanessa took one slow step backward.
I continued.
“Someone paid Daniel’s former receptionist $20,000 for my appointment schedule.”
Alexander turned toward me.
“Someone hired a photographer.”
Then I looked at Vanessa.
“Someone created fake emails.”
Her face
