fiduciary.
I stared.
“He used my name.”
“Yes.”
“Did you contact me?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“David asked us not to until the child was born and he could confirm paternity.”
My anger rose.
“So everybody decided what I should know.”
Victoria nodded.
“Yes.”
That honesty again.
“And after Mia was born?”
“We could not confirm paternity without your participation.”
“You could have asked.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Victoria looked toward Alessandro.
“This is where I made the worst decision.”
Alessandro’s jaw tightened.
“What did you do?”
“I waited.”
“Why?”
“Because David stopped responding.”
My heart sank.
“When?”
“About two weeks before Mia was born.”
I remembered.
The last text.
I’m sorry.
I can’t do this right.
Then nothing.
“Did you know where he was?”
“No.”
“Still don’t?”
“No.”
Alessandro looked at Anthony.
“Find him.”
I immediately said:
“No.”
Everyone looked at me.
My pulse was pounding.
“No one finds him for
