Elon stood.
“This is ridiculous. She’s exhausted. She’s had the baby. She’s not thinking clearly—”
There it was.
Exactly what I had expected.
I almost smiled.
“I’m thinking more clearly than I have in years.”
Then I reached into my cardigan and took out my phone.
“I knew you might say I imagined it.”
His face changed.
“I didn’t record that call. I wasn’t prepared for it.”
I placed my phone on the table.
“But you gave me six days afterward.”
That was when panic truly appeared in his eyes.
Six days of messages.
Receipts.
Patterns.
Late nights.
Things he had believed I wasn’t paying attention to.
“I won’t show everything here,” I said. “Some things belong with my lawyer.”
“My lawyer?” Elon repeated.
“Yes.”
