“You saw her. Then you threw us out. Why are you here, Ben?”
“Liza, I need to explain.”
“You had every chance to explain. Instead, you packed my things, left them outside, and ignored me.”
Ben dropped to his knees and caught the edge of my robe.
“You saw her. Then you threw us out.”
“You don’t understand. I should have told you long before you got pregnant.”
“Then tell me now.”
Diane grabbed his shoulder.
“Ben, she won’t understand…”
I looked at her.
“You left the hospital with him. You ignored my questions. So either let him speak or explain it yourself, Diane.”
“Then tell me now.”
Her hand fell away.
Ben stood slowly.
“I had a daughter before you.”
I stared at him.
“Had?”
“She’s alive…”
My hold on Evie tightened.
“I had a daughter before you.”
“How old?”
“She’s eighteen.”
“You have an 18-year-old daughter, and neither of you thought I should know?”
