LILY
Zoe's law office is downtown, in one of those old brick buildings that make you feel like you're stepping back in time. I've always loved coming here, loved the way the afternoon light filters through the tall windows and makes everything feel safe and civilized.
Today, though, I can barely sit still in the leather chair across from her desk.
"Lily, you look exhausted. How's the morning sickness?"
"That's not why I'm here," I say without preamble. "I need your help. Something's wrong with James."
Zoe leans forward, instantly alert. She's been my best friend since college, and she knows me well enough to recognize when I'm serious. "Besides what we already know?"
"It's more than that," I tell her. "I found financial records showing massive payments to a fertility clinic in Chicag
