Rose lowered her head.
Then she said the sentence that made my heart sink even further.
“Please don’t tell Nathan.”
I stared at her.
“So now you want me to lie to him too?”
She stepped toward me.
“Mom, I’ll fix everything. Please. I love him.”
“If you love him, why did you do this?”
She had no answer.
I walked into the living room and sat down.
A thousand thoughts were racing through my head.
I wasn’t thinking only about the betrayal anymore.
I looked at my daughter’s pregnant belly and, for the first time, asked myself a question that terrified me.
What if the twins weren’t Nathan’s?
The thought made me feel sick.
Nathan had been working extra hours.
Planning for two babies.
Talking about names.
Saving money.
Building furniture for the nursery.
And suddenly I didn’t even know whether those children were his.
