The room went silent.
She looked toward the window.
“I found out three days ago. Her name is Victoria.”
I concentrated on the letters.
WHO IS SHE?
Jessica laughed without humor.
“That’s the part you won’t believe.”
She opened the folder again and removed a photograph.
It showed David standing outside a private residence with a woman holding a baby.
On the back was a handwritten date from the previous month.
Jessica looked directly at me.
“David has been supporting another family for years. He told her he was a widower. He told her he was waiting for his sick wife to die.”
My blood ran cold.
“He’s been telling all of us different stories.”
I stared at the photograph.
Jessica wiped her eyes.
“I know you probably hate me. You have every reason to.”
She took a deep breath.
“But I need something from you.”
I focused on the screen.
