My husband had a daughter named Claire.
“When was the last time you heard from her?”
“A long time ago.”
My husband had a daughter named Claire.
“Give me more than that, Ben.”
His face tightened.
“Four years ago.”
Four years ago, Ben and I were already married and already trying for a child.
“She contacted you while we were trying to have a baby?”
“Yes.”
“Give me more than that, Ben.”
I remembered Ben sitting beside me after another negative test, telling me we would keep trying for as long as it took.
“What did she want?”
“To meet me.”
“And what did you do about it?”
Ben stared at the porch.
“I didn’t answer.”
“What did she want?”
Diane cut in.
“It would’ve complicated everything, Liza. You know that. And you were both losing hope in conceiving. You needed to focus on that.”
“Everything for whom? If I knew there was another child involved, Diane, everything would have changed.”
