a relationship for several years. Camille had been born eleven months before Ethan.
“Did your mother know?” I asked.
“She knew about the affair.”
“She told me she didn’t.”
“You talked to her about this?” His eyes drifted toward our wedding photo in the hallway. “That’s exactly what she hoped you wouldn’t tell me.”
A cold weight settled in my chest. “No. I’ve been waiting for her to make a move.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
