“You brought forged adoption papers to a diner,” I said.

“You called the police and told them I was stalking you.”

“I was scared,” Rebecca said.

“You were threatening to tear my life apart.”

“You stole my life.”

Rebecca sighed, her breath clouding in the cold air.

“If you call off your lawyer,” Rebecca said, “I’ll come inside and answer every question you have about Paul.”

I stared at her through the narrow gap.