"I gave up Divina. I stood in our living room, and I handed that baby to Yvette, and I smiled, Julian, I smiled…"
"Amara…"
"And I told myself you were worth it. I told myself we were worth it." She looked at him.
"But you have to understand what it is to be me right now. To see that footage and know that everyone… everyone… believes that my husband switched our baby. That you looked at our daughter and decided she wasn't worth keeping…"
"You really think I did this." His voice had changed. She heard the real thing enter it, not pain exactly, but the texture of pain, the way a man sounds when the person whose belief in him is the most foundational available thing expresses doubt.
He was not entirely performing. Neither was she. This was the strange territory they were navigating a false thing built from real materials.
"You think I switched our baby. You think I… Amara, look at me. Look at me."
She looked at him.
