A horrible possibility occurred to me.
“Did Mark send you?”
“No.”
“Are you working for him?”
“No.”
“Then why did you come into my life?”
Her lips trembled.
“Because I needed to know whether the things I’d been told about you were true.”
I stared at her.
“What things?”
“That you were unstable.
That you didn’t want children.
That you couldn’t bear being reminded of the past.”
I felt the blood leave my face.
“Who told you that?”
She whispered one word.
“Mark.”
Before I could respond, Miriam appeared.
“Emily, I think we should all go upstairs.”
Something in her voice frightened me.
Vanessa looked at her.
“Did the results arrive?”
Miriam nodded.
Results?
I couldn’t understand what they meant.
We returned to the conference room.
I sat down.
Vanessa remained standing near the door.
Miriam placed a sealed envelope on the table.
Then she spoke carefully.
