"It wasn't easy," she replied, clasping my hands in my lap. She turned my face away from me, then suddenly looked back. "But, of course, you know that. You know everything from your private investigator's report. You probably even know Noah's birthday, where he was born and how much he weighed. Why even bother to ask me?"

"I deserved that," I  replied after a moment. The private investigator I hired told me only basic fact, now am here, I know thighs aren't the way I thought it was, I feel like am missing something, I would like to know  what was that. I stroking her shoulder. And said  "I do...