pregnant.”
My chest tightened.
“That was none of your business.”
“You’re right.”
“You knew Mia was David’s?”
“We believed she might be.”
“Did you tell Alessandro?”
“No.”
He looked at her.
“Why?”
“Because it was not his business either.”
That answer was correct.
Infuriatingly.
“Then why approve me for work in his home?” I asked.
“I didn’t expect you to end up here.”
“But when you did?”
“I saw the assignment notice.”
“How?”
“The agency sent automated reports for flagged applicants.”
“You could have stopped it.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Victoria took time.
“Because I thought employment was better than contacting you about David’s old case.”
I stared.
“What?”
“I knew you were struggling financially.”
My face went hot.
“That is humiliating.”
“I know.”
“You watched my finances?”
“No.”
“Then how?”
“Public eviction filing.”
I stopped.
There had been one.
Right before Mia was born.
The landlord withdrew it after
