It's a Friday morning, at Daniel's office, in the conference room with a long table. Been here since 9 AM. Now it's 2 PM. Five hours of deposition prep.
My head's pounding, I'm so exhausted.
Daniel sits across from me, playing Harper's attorney.
"Ms. Hart, when did you first learn you were pregnant with Caleb Vaughn's child?"
"Early August. About eight weeks along."
"And how long did you wait before telling Mr. Vaughn?"
"Two weeks."
"Two weeks. Why did you wait?"
"I was scared. I didn't know how to tell him."
"Or were you calculating the best time to tell him? Perhaps at a public event where he couldn't refuse you?"
I feel my face flush. "No. That's not…"
Daniel holds up his hand. "Stop. Don't get defensive. Don't argue with the question. Just answer it. Try again."
I take a b
