“But how do we get the name of our donor? How do we find out if it’s Zachary Jeffcoat?”

“We find out as part of a settlement. They disclose to us the identity of 3319, and they pay us money damages. If enough people sue them, in time, they’ll change their ways. But I’m not fighting for the world. I’m fighting for you. I’m protecting you.”

“I understand.”

“Now, there’s one thing we have to discuss, it’s personal.”

Christine couldn’t imagine what was more personal than the conversation already.

“Your husband told me you would not consider terminating the pregnancy.” Gary put up his hand again, before Christine could say anything. “Please, I’m only bringing it up to talk to you about timing.”

“What about timing?” Christine asked, but she felt wary.

“This lawsuit is not going to happen overnight. I can file it next week. They have thirty days to answer. They’ll ask for an extension. I won’t give it to them. I’m going to pressure them from the get-go. I’m going to hold their feet to the fire.”

“So then why do you bring up time?”

“Because you’re not going to have your answer about your donor’s identity right away. Best-case scenario, it’s going to take a month or two, especially if we don’t sue Davidow. If we had Davidow as leverage, it could get done faster. I don’t care what he told you, he would put his thumb on the scale, believe me. But if you’re not terminating the pregnancy, you’re not in a rush.”

“That’s true,” Christine said, still taken aback.

“The question I have for you is, why do you want to know if Jeffcoat is your donor when you’re not gonna do anything about it, that is, terminate?”

“Why does that matter?” Christine asked, confused.

“Suing somebody takes effort. It takes persistence. I need my clients to stay strong.” Gary eyed her, newly critical. “When you appear in a deposition, you need to mean what you’re saying. I don’t want you to go south on me, whether I’m defending you in a video deposition or if I put you on the stand. So. Answer my question, please.”

“I want to know because I have an outside hope that our donor isn’t Jeffcoat.”

“Okay, I get that. Then everybody’s happy.” Gary shook his head. “Let’s say you got the wrong answer. How are you gonna react? Give up the lawsuit?”

“Oh.” Christine’s heart sank. She didn’t know what to do if she got the wrong answer, and Gary must’ve read her hesitation because he started talking again.

“Here’s why you want to know, even if it’s the wrong answer. You want to know because if Jeffcoat is the biological dad, then your child’s going to need to be psychologically evaluated and tested every year, to make sure he’s mentally on track and not showing signs of mental illness. If he begins to show signs, then you’ll need to get him treatment. That’s going to cost money.” Gary tented his fingers. “You shouldn’t have to pay that. Homestead should, because their lack of psychological screening is what caused you to have a child with a mental illness. So, Christine, you need to know if Jeffcoat is 3319, whether he is or not, do you understand?”

“Yes.” Christine hadn’t thought about evaluating or treating the baby, going forward. “But what’s involved in a lawsuit?”

“Discovery, then trial, if we have to go the distance, which we won’t.”

“Will they take my deposition?”

“Yes, first thing. I welcome it. I can’t wait. You’ll be a great witness.” Gary beamed, but Christine grimaced.

“How do you know that? I’ve never had my deposition taken.”

“I’m looking at you. You’re adorable. You’re pregnant. You’re an elementary-school teacher. That’s a home run.”

Christine couldn’t manage a smile. “But it makes me nervous.”

“I’ll prepare you. I’ll be with you. So what, you’ll be a little nervous.” Gary shrugged, again. “That’s fine. It’s true. It’s authentic. And it’s vulnerable. I want it on video, so Homestead knows that if this case goes to trial, the jury will see the big bad corporate lawyers upsetting the nice pregnant schoolteacher.”

“What about Marcus? Do they take his deposition, too?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll prepare him, too. He won’t be nervous. He’s as cool as a cucumber, your husband. You’re the case. You’re the sympathy. You’re the reason they’re going to settle and tell us.”

“You really think so?” Christine felt her hopes lift, torn. It was good news and bad news, both.

“Yes, but one last thing. You will have to agree that the settlement is confidential. All of it must be confidential. The fact of it, that they told us the donor’s identity, and the amount of the money. No Facebook, no nothing.” Gary turned to Lauren with a sharp eye. “Even you, best friend. The best friend can’t know about it. If the best friend is told about it, I don’t want to know that. You follow, ladies?”

“Yes,” Christine and Lauren answered, in unfortunate unison.

Gary returned his attention to Christine. “So, fish or cut bait. Can I count you in as a plaintiff with Marcus?”

Christine looked over at Lauren, who shot her a grim thumbs-up.

“That’s a yes from the best friend.” Gary turned to Christine. “Well?”

“Yes,” Christine answered, praying she was doing the right thing.

Chapter Fourteen

After the meeting with Gary, Christine had mixed emotions, but kept them at bay. She lay on the examining table with a paper sheet covering her from the waist down, waiting for her OB-GYN to come in and start the ultrasound. Her obstetrician was Dr. Terry Frazier, who practiced with a women’s health group unrelated to Dr. Davidow and Families First. Lauren stood beside her, and they had already done the initial workup with the nurse.

“You must be hungry,” Lauren said, smiling down at her. “After this, I’m treating you to Clam Cottage. Fried things make the best celebration.”

“What are we celebrating?”

“This, the ultrasound.” Lauren smiled, looking down at her. “This is a big deal!”