“My little hobbies?”
“Those legal books you pretend to understand.”
Despite everything, a strange laugh rose in my throat.
I swallowed it.
Margaret mistook my silence for weakness.
“Karen has a proper home. A full-time housekeeper. A husband with a respected family name. Noah would have structure, education, connections. He would grow up as a Whitmore.”
“He already is a Whitmore.”
“No. He is a Carter because you insisted on that ridiculous hyphenated arrangement.”
“His name is Noah Carter-Whitmore.”
“A clerical error we can correct.”
I looked toward the bassinets.
