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“And you knew this how?”
Her eyes widened just a little. “Because he’s her father.”
“Are you saying you’d had testing done so you knew he was her father?”
“No, but?”
“So it could’ve been someone else?”
“Objection, YourHonor!” her attorney shouted.
“I’ll allow it. Answer the question, Ms.Holland.”
Cindy sat for a few seconds almost like she was trying to formulate a lie. Finally, she said, “No. I didn’t have any testing done. He was just the only guy I was, well, you know, when I got pregnant.”
“Oh. I see. Okay, so you took the baby and left her on his doorstep, but you called first.”
“No.” She giggled just a little. “No way. He would’ve run.”
“Oh. So you set her down and knocked on the door.”
“Yeah.” Blue could see she was confused.
“But no one came to the door?” Glen asked.
Cindy shook her head. “No.”
“So you left her there, not knowing if he was even home.”
“His truck was in the driveway,” she said, trying to explain.
“But you didn’t know for sure. He could’ve gone somewhere with friends.”
“Um, I suppose so,” she mumbled.
“And you left a bag with formula and diapers, blankets, clothes, socks, all those kinds of things,” Glen said, and Blue saw exactly where he was going.
“Um, no. I just left her in the basket.”
Glen stepped over to the table where Blue sat, tossed his legal pad on its shiny surface, and turned back to stalk up to Cindy. “So let me see if I got this straight. You took a six-month-old infant, put her in a basket, and left her on a porch of a man you assumed is her father, unsure if anyone was at home, with no supplies, no food, no clothing, nothing, and took off for California for a job you knew almost nothing about, to live in an undetermined location, and didn’t know if you’d ever be back. Did I understand that correctly?”
“Objection, YourHonor!” her attorney shouted again.
“I’ll allow. Answer the question, Ms.Holland.”
Cindy’s eyes darted from Glen to her attorney and back to Glen before she answered, “Uh, I guess.”
“And did you, at any time while she was in your care, take her to the doctor?” Glen asked, and Blue’s heart leaped in his chest.
“Uh, yes, sir.”
“And when was that?”
“Her two-month checkup.”
Glen leveled his gaze at her and Blue wanted to cheer. “Any other times?”
“Um, she had a cold. And she had a stomach bug.”
