I said nothing.

“The security cameras on our street prove she was never anywhere near you that day.

She scratched her own arm.

And Draper admitted it — she paid him to hide the pregnancy and to make sure there was a complication.” He could barely get the words out.

“She paid a doctor to make sure you died.”

“Did you report her?” I asked.

He lowered his eyes, and the silence that followed told me everything I needed to know.