“It won’t be.”
“Your father’s kindness doesn’t purchase my trust.”
“I know.”
I wished I could tell whether the steadiness in his voice came from understanding or from a desire to prove he understood.
For now, there was no way to know.
Daniel closed the folder and tucked it into his briefcase.
“We’ll keep a copy for the record, but the original should remain with the company until the review is complete,” he said.
Alexander agreed.
Before he left, he asked whether I had heard from the specialist’s office about the next scan.
“They called this morning,” I said. “The appointment is in two weeks.”
“I’ll be there if you want me there.”
“I want you there as the baby’s father, not as my husband.”
“I understand.”
“Do you?”
He held my gaze.
“I’m trying to.”
“That isn’t the same thing.”
