"You're going to tell the truth. Every last detail. When exactly did you go to the hospital with me, and when exactly did you hear a doctor say I'd had eight abortions?"
Marilyn's eyes reddened the instant I grabbed her arm.
As if throwing caution to the wind, she wrenched free of my grip.
"Fine. Baby doesn't want to lie. If Sis wants Baby to talk, Baby will talk."
"Last month, the twentieth. Sis told Baby she had to go to work and wouldn't celebrate Baby's birthday."
"Baby was curious just how busy Sis really was, so Baby secretly followed her. And that's when Baby found out Sis went to a hospital."
"Baby even recorded a video to show Daddy!"
She pulled out her phone and hit play on a clip she'd filmed while tailing me.
In the video, I was wearing a disguise, but there was no question I walked into the OB-GYN clinic.
I was visibly on guard the entire time, acting exactly like someone terrified of being recognized.
"Does Sis dare say that's not her in the video?"
When the clip ended, Marilyn stared at me with absolute certainty plastered across her face.
In an instant, countless pairs of eyes locked onto me, every one of them carrying a different shade of judgment.