My stomach turned.
Six months earlier, Daniel had suggested increasing my policy.
He said it made sense because of the baby.
I thought it was responsible.
Now the memory made me sick.
“How much?”
“Three million.”
Ethan stared at me.
“You never told me.”
“It seemed normal.”
Laura closed her eyes briefly.
Detective Reed asked,
“Who is the beneficiary?”
I knew the answer.
“Daniel.”
He wrote it down.
Then he asked,
“Who is Vanessa?”
The room went silent.
I looked at him.
“How do you know that name?”
“We heard the recording.”
Of course.
I had forgotten.
“My husband’s marketing consultant.”
“Do you know she’s pregnant?”
“Now I do.”
Ethan turned away.
His jaw clenched.
The detective continued.
“Do you know if the child is your husband’s?”
“He said it was.”
“We’ll verify what’s relevant.”
My next contraction hit.
Hard.
I grabbed the railing.
The detective immediately stood.
