“I was running a placement pipeline!” Tiffany’s voice cracked and climbed.

“It was business, Mike, it was just business, the clinic took off-the-books fees on private adoptions and I didn’t know the father was you, I didn’t know—”

“She was my wife.” His voice had gone flat and terrible.

“You sat across the table from me while I complained about my divorce, for two years, and you never once thought to say that you’d tried to take her child.”

I wiped a smudge of frosting from Lily’s chin and did not turn around.