I thought about our parents. About the promise we’d made each other at the funeral that our family — what was left of it — would survive anything the world threw at us.
“I carried this baby because I wanted to give you and Claire something beautiful after everything we’d already lost,” I told him. “And you were about to make me carry your lie for you too.”
He looked up, startled. “No.”
“Yes.”
I stood up.
“You’re going home tonight. And you’re telling her everything.”
PART 6
“Nora—”
“The job.” I counted it off on my fingers, one at a time, because I needed him to hear the full weight of it laid out. “The debt. The fake mornings pretending to go to work. The credit cards. And the real reason you walked out of that delivery room.”
“She’ll leave me.”
“Maybe.”
His eyes filled again. “Nora, please.”
