(OLIVIA POV)
“Do you wish to know madam”
She hadn't moved,her hands still folded. Eyes still on mine.
"Tell me," I said.
She got up first. Went to the counter. Picked up the dish cloth and cleaned water spill. Came back and sat.
Like she needed that one small moment before she could begin.
The album,the blue one. Master Nathaniel's first year. I was tidying his room the night he had fever and I found it on the shelf behind his drawing books."
"I know it."
"I sat with it for a while." She looked at me. "I went through the photographs. The dates you wrote underneath each one." A pause. "I did the counting, Madam."
I didn't say anything.
"The dates don't match." Her voice was low. "If I count back from his birth date the conception was before the contract. Before Mr. Sterling." She
