Pregnant.
Your husband.
Son.
I had imagined many explanations for Tyler’s behavior. I had even allowed myself to suspect an affair.
But I had not imagined that another woman would stand on my doorstep and announce it as though she were delivering good news.
I gripped the edge of the door.
Rachel watched me carefully.
“I know this is a shock,” she said. “But I think we need to be adults about the situation.”
I looked at her for several seconds.
Then I stepped back.
“Come inside.”
Her eyebrows lifted slightly, perhaps surprised that I hadn’t started shouting.
She entered the house, glancing around the hallway.
Her gaze paused on the photographs hanging along the wall.
There was one of Tyler and me on our wedding day. Another showed Ethan and Olivia standing between us at a family vacation in Maine. In the final photograph, our children were teenagers, laughing as Tyler wrapped his arms around both of them.
