"You don't just forget," he interjected. Hadn't she been listening? She had to of been listening. "You were made to forget. He erased your memory of it. He wanted it to be his, but it wasn't. I don't think he wanted you to know about it. I don't know why, don't ask me that. He didn't exactly share his emotions." Steve could come up with countless reasons, but he didn't want to give Verity them. Lucas probably thought the baby would make her stronger. Or if she forgot she would come to love him and his twisted fantasy life.
"He told me he sent you and the baby to France. I pleaded with him to send you there when the baby was black. He seemed to relent, and then he said you had gone. I asked him to prove it, and he must have been expecting that. He showed me the empty room, it was all a plan." With an exasperated sigh, Steve could only shrug. It wasn't like he'd been there for the birth! He couldn't even remember the doctor's name right now. Surely Lucas would have mentioned it? Steve would have to think long and hard, but it wasn't going to come to him in this environment.
"I don't know if the baby was male or female. I wasn't around all that much, I only saw you from a distance and sporadically. He got you medical help, I know that. You and the baby were well cared for, at the very least." Steve was struggling now. Verity was asking questions he didn't have the answers to. Lucas had never been a favourite of his, and he'd always tried to keep his distance. He certainly hadn't been asking questions when Lucas paraded around his 'girlfriend'.