Her anger shifted.
“Do you think he found someone?”
“I don’t know.”
“His biological family?”
“Maybe.”
“Then why hide it from you?”
That question hurt because it was fair.
I had shared every fear of pregnancy with Nolan.
Every scan.
Every blood test.
Every irrational thought at three in the morning.
If he had discovered his birth family, why had he carried it alone?
