“Someone told you she had found me.
And you started preparing.”
He was quiet for three full seconds.
“You should talk to your lawyer,” he said finally.
“Not to me.”
“I am talking to you.” I leaned forward slightly.
“I’m talking to you because I want you to understand something before this goes any further.
Eleanor spent forty years looking for me.
She found me.
She spent two years sitting across from me twice a week, knowing who I was, choosing to let me know her as a person before any of this.” I held his gaze.
“She gave me everything she had.
I am not going to let you take it.”
He stood up.
Buttoned his jacket.
Looked at me with something that was almost respect and almost contempt and landed somewhere between the two.
“See you in court,” he said.
He walked out.
I watched him go.
My phone buzzed on the table.
