Seventy-Three Thousand Dollars in Phony Medical Bills, Paid for a Pregnant Replacement

“You look worn out,” he said.

“I’ve been sleeping in a hotel room, Trent.”

“That’s what I want to talk about.” He laced his fingers together.

“I want this to be clean.

For the baby’s sake.”

The woman at the next table scraped her spoon around a bowl.

I tapped my thumbnail on my phone screen.

“Brooke’s due in June,” he said.