I sat down in the plastic chair by the window.
“Did you see a doctor’s note?”
“She showed me the test. Two pink lines.”
“Robert.” I kept my voice calm. “Home pregnancy tests can be faked. You can buy fake ones online for twenty dollars.”
“Why would she?”
“Because she’s desperate. Because you lost your job and I evicted you and she knows the walls are closing in.”
I leaned forward.
“When’s the last time she let you go to a doctor’s appointment with her?”
He was quiet.
“Robert. When?”
“She said she wanted privacy. That it was her body. Her choice about who’s in the room.”
“Of course she did.”
I pulled out my phone and called Mr. Brennan. He answered on the second ring.
“I need a private investigator today. Someone who can verify a pregnancy.”
“I know someone. Give me two hours.”
