Luke’s attorney started to say something, and I did not hear it, because I was looking at my husband, and my husband looked like a man who has walked in front of a train and is only now, too late, seeing it.

“You swapped them,” I said.

“A child is dead, and you were going to let me bury your mistress’s son believing he was my daughter, to keep her out of prison and keep your affair out of the light.”

Chapter 13 — What Did You Do

Celina had come down the corridor behind us, and she stopped in the doorway now, and for the first time all day her performance failed her completely.

She stared at her son, and the color went out of her, and she said, in a small, cracked, disbelieving voice: “Luke.