The truth.
There was more.
I knew it.
And I wasn’t going to leave that bedroom until I understood exactly what my husband had been hiding.
But before he could speak, there was a knock at the door.
Claire.
“Mark?”
He immediately stood.
“What?”
“Can I talk to you?”
He looked at me.
Then at the door.
And for the first time that night, I saw fear in his eyes.
Not anger.
Not irritation.
Fear.
I stepped aside.
“Go.”
Mark opened the door.
Claire stood there holding another envelope.
She looked at me.
Then at Mark.
“We need to talk.”
Mark swallowed.
“About what?”
Claire looked directly at me.
“About the baby.”
My blood ran cold.
“What about my baby?”
Claire hesitated.
Then she handed the envelope to Mark.
“You need to tell her.”
Mark didn’t move.
Claire’s voice dropped.
“Before she finds out from someone else.”
I looked at my husband.
