“I found out three weeks after.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I did.

Or I tried to.”

She drew a breath and asked whether I remembered an appointment we had made at a small café in Evanston.

I did not.

She explained that she’d written to my personal email, called my office, sent a registered letter, and finally arranged a meeting through an assistant.

She had traveled to Chicago while barely two months pregnant, certain that seeing me face-to-face would clear things up.