A pause.
“Not easily.
Not if we move quickly.
The alteration itself may constitute fr@ud.
And if the donor relationship is what that form suggests — that creates an entirely different legal picture.”
“What do I do?”
“Come in tomorrow.
Bring your husband.
Bring every document you have from the original agreement.
And don’t sign anything Penelope or Marcus puts in front of you between now and then.
Not a single page.”
I said I understood.
I hung up.
Joel was in the doorway.
He’d heard enough.
“She committed fr@ud,” he said.
It wasn’t a question.
“Diane thinks so.”
He crossed the room and sat beside me on the bed.
He didn’t say anything for a moment.
Then he put his hand over mine.
“Whatever happens,” he said, “this baby is not going anywhere without your full knowledge and consent.
I don’t care what paperwork she filed.”
I leaned into him.
