Maverick clapped for me. “Honestly, that night when you rubbed your face red, I was only suspicious. After that, your acting was pretty good. I even thought maybe I was overthinking it. You’ve always looked so pure in front of me. Simple. Shallow thoughts. Kind and innocent.”

I hummed. “And then? How’d you figure out I was putting on an act?”

Maverick said, “You went to the hospital to look into why the baby was deformed and why it died. It’s easy to ...