“What’s unclear?” he says with a slight irritation in his voice. “You need money. I need a girl with a child—to play a family for the duration of the election campaign. Hypothetically, I could become the father of your son; the rest will be invented by the ad people. You’ll get a big sum for this easy job. What don’t you like?”
I understand a long time ago that he doesn’t remember either me or that one night we spent together. And to know that the father of my child is him—completely not hypothetically—that has nothing to do with him needing to know…