Silvia stared at me with wide eyes.
“What does any of this have to do with the baby?” she asked.
I looked at Todor.
He sat quietly in the last row, his cane between his knees.
“He found me two years ago.”
A murmur passed through the courtroom.
“How?” the judge asked.
“Through an old friend from high school. He saw a photograph from a reunion. He asked about me. He learned that I was a widow. He found my address.”
Mikhail laughed nervously.
“And what? After fifty years, he simply knocked on your door and you decided to have a baby?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?”
He spoke angrily.
But beneath his anger, I heard panic.
He didn’t want to know.
Because if he knew, he would have to admit that I wasn’t some confused elderly woman.
I was a person with my own life.
