A week later I received an offer from Gerald.

He proposed to pay for an apartment, the delivery costs, and a trust fund for the baby if I signed a nondisclosure agreement and stated that Vincent had manipulated me into obtaining the documents.

I read the amount three times.

It was enough to stop counting dollars before walking into a grocery store.

For a few minutes, I hated myself for wanting that relief.

“You can need that money and still refuse his conditions,” Dana told me as she made decaf coffee.