Daniel sighs and glances at Jerome, willing to explain. “We got a phone call from the prison during cocktails,” he says, pitching his voice low as if he’s still worried about being overheard. Probably the result of growing up in a house filled with secrets, I consider, thinking about the little kidney bean in my own belly. Would my baby be the same, being raised in a Lippert house?
“Oh?” Jerome asks, his eyes going wide. “Is everything…okay?”
“Yeah, it was…” Daniel glances at me now, “it was actually just dad calling. He got his phone privileges so that he can call people who are not his lawyers.”
A thousand emotions flood me at this news but I keep my body perfectly still, blinking softly and not letting a single one of my feelings cross my face. Instead, I take a deep breath and sip a
