That old fear.
The one I had spent my childhood watching.
“Did you fight?”
“No.”
“Was he acting strange?”
“No.”
“Was he on his phone?”
“Mom.”
“I’m asking.”
“I know what you’re asking.”
She sat beside the bed.
“Your father left a hospital too.”
There it was.
I closed my eyes.
“Please don’t.”
“I’m not saying Nolan is your father.”
“You are absolutely saying Nolan is my father.”
“I’m saying men can make decisions you don’t expect.”
“That describes humanity, not men.”
Evelyn ignored that.
Then she saw the paperwork.
