He did not sit across from me; he sat at the end of the table, at an angle, and he put both hands flat on it.

And then he told me, and I let him, and it took about forty minutes and I did not interrupt once.

Valerie had contacted him in early February through his work email.

She had a ten-year-old who had started asking questions.

She wanted nothing except an answer to one question.

He had done a test.

Two, actually — a home one and then a legal one at a clinic in Kearny Mesa, which is where the cash had gone.

He had met Liam for the first time on a Saturday in the third week of February.