For several seconds, he covered his face with his hands.
Then I heard him whisper,
“There’s something I should have told you years ago.”
I stared at him.
“What are you talking about?”
He didn’t respond.
“Ethan.”
Finally, his hands dropped.
“I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
His eyes returned to Lily.
“I convinced myself I could leave it in the past.”
My heartbeat began accelerating.
“Leave what in the past?”
He swallowed hard.
“But now that I’ve seen her…”
His voice cracked.
“I can’t hide it anymore.”
A cold feeling settled in my stomach.
“What have you been keeping from me?”
Ethan opened his mouth.
Before he could answer, the hospital-room door suddenly opened.
I turned toward it.
I was still recovering from a long, exhausting delivery when my husband finally walked into the hospital room and leaned over our newborn daughter.
