“Bianca.”
“They are his.”
“Then get a test.”
“You don’t understand.”
My skin went cold.
“What don’t I understand?”
She lowered her voice.
“Adrian can’t know everything.”
I sat straighter.
Claire noticed.
“Know what?”
Bianca breathed into the phone.
Then she hung up.
I stared at the screen.
Claire leaned forward.
“What did she say?”
I repeated it.
Claire’s expression changed.
“We need to preserve that call.”
“It was not recorded.”
“Your carrier metadata still matters.”
I called Adrian immediately.
For the first time in two days, he did not answer.
At 1:15, Evelyn called.
Her voice shook.
“Adrian is at the house.”
“Good.”
“He is tearing through documents.”
“Why?”
“He says Bianca is lying.”
I closed my eyes.
“Evelyn, do not destroy anything.”
“I am not an idiot.”
“No.”
I looked at Claire.
“But your son has been acting like one.”
She ignored the insult.
Then she said,
