Detached.”

I stood up so fast my tea went over across the table, and neither of us moved to stop it.

“And when,” I said, “did the two of them start planning this?”

Renata’s eyes stayed on the table.

“The day they found out the baby was a boy.”

Adeline slid the drive into her laptop and turned the screen toward me, and there it all was, in my husband’s own thumbs:

She’ll be physically wrecked after the delivery.