She closed her eyes.
Connor muttered, “Don’t.”
Kenneth turned fully toward her. “Mrs. Fleming, if someone else assisted in falsifying consent documents, now is the time to say so.”
Mrs. Fleming.
The title landed with an unexpected sting. Not because I wanted Connor back. I did not. The thought felt almost absurd now.
But I had once been Mrs. Fleming. I had once answered to that name in waiting rooms and holiday cards and mortgage documents. I had once thought it meant chosen.
Melinda shifted Elliot to her other shoulder.
“There was someone at the clinic,” she said.
Kenneth’s expression did not change, but I felt his attention sharpen.
“Name?” he asked.
“I don’t know her full name. Connor called her Dana.”
Connor’s face went pale.
