“How are my two favorites?”
I looked at him differently now.
“Mark?”
“Yeah?”
“Where is our second son?”
His smile disappeared.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then he slowly closed the door behind him.
“Hailey, you need to understand—”
“No.”
My voice stayed calm.
“I need you to answer the question.”
He looked toward the floor.
“My mother thought you wouldn’t be able to care for twins while recovering.”
“That wasn’t her decision.”
“I know.”
“And it wasn’t yours to make without talking to me.”
“I was scared.”
“So was I.”
Mark stepped closer.
“I thought I was helping.”
“You let me wake up without knowing where my own child was.”
He had no answer.
I looked at Martin sleeping peacefully in my arms.
Then I pressed the call button beside my bed.
When Judy entered, I said only one thing.
“I want to see my other son.”
