After a tense moment of disbelief, Rosalind revealed that the boys were named Mason and Lucas and confirmed that they were my children. She pulled a thick stack of papers from her bag, which contained returned letters, ignored emails, and a cashier check for sixty thousand dollars signed by my mother.
Rosalind explained that Genevieve had offered her the money to disappear and falsely claimed that I knew about the pregnancy but wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. She added that her landlord had abruptly canceled her lease and my family attorneys had threatened her with harassment charges if she ever reached out.
Just as I was processing this profound betrayal, I received a phone call from my mother ordering me to ignore Rosalind. Turning around in the crowded terminal, I spotted Genevieve standing fifty yards away alongside our senior corporate counsel, Oliver Vance, who was clutching a gray legal folder filled with private investigator surveillance photos of my children.
