He Married a Forensic Accountant and Decided Fraud Was a Good Hobby. He Forgot Who My Father Was

And document every one of those transfers, cleanly, in an order a court can follow.”

There was a short pause on the line.

“Phoebe,” Nadia said carefully.

“You just had a baby six hours ago.

Are you sure you want to start this today?”

I looked over at my son — at the small furious fists, the impossible newness of him — and I thought about the doorway, and the cake, and stop being so dramatic, and women have been having babies for thousands of years.

“I’m sure,” I said.