She didn't scream. She didn't drop the phone. She just stood there, her breathing becoming shallow and sharp, like the wheeze Martha used to have.
"The night before she left," Siena said, her voice a hollow rasp. "You told me you were at the office. You said you were saying goodbye to the firm."
"I was," Julian said, taking a step toward her. "Siena, listen to me. She called me to the penthouse. She said she had papers to sign. She drugged the wine. I don't remember anything after the first glass. I woke up alone. I thought... I thought she just wanted to humiliate me. I didn't think... I didn't know she had done that."
Siena looked at the picture of the baby again. "He has your eyes, Julian. He’s holding your scale. This wasn't a mistake. This was a design."
"I didn't know," Juli
