“You said it was legal.”
“You believed what you wanted to believe.”
The cruelty of his answer seemed to reach her at last.
Lila was not innocent. She had walked into my delivery room wearing my jewelry and expecting to take my place. But she had also been fed a carefully constructed story.
Daniel had told her I was unstable.
He had promised her my home, my position, and my child.
She had allowed herself to believe him because the fantasy benefited her.
Now that fantasy was collapsing.
Agent Cole placed a tablet on the table.
“With your permission, Mrs. Vale, we would like to play part of the recording for identification.”
I nodded.
