“You sold my child for the price of a used car,” I said.

Evans didn’t look up.

He pressed his face deeper into his open palms.

Rebecca shoved her chair back, her fingers tearing the horn buttons of her coat open and jamming them shut again.

“Paul gave her to me,” Rebecca said, her voice rising to a sharp, brittle pitch.

“He was her father.

He had every legal right to choose her guardian.

I just took in a motherless newborn.”