Her lips parted, but she did not answer.
I continued.
“You knew he was married. You knew he had children. You knew his wife was still living in the house he had promised you. At some point, you must have understood that there were questions you weren’t asking.”
She wiped her cheek.
“I know.”
For the first time, she did not try to defend herself.
“I was so sure he was going to leave you,” she said. “I thought everything would be different once I had the baby.”
I felt a wave of sadness, though not the kind she might have expected.
“Rachel, a baby cannot make an unreliable person reliable. And a new home cannot turn a lie into the truth.”
She nodded.
“I understand that now.”
I looked at her for a long moment.
“Are you all right?”
She seemed surprised.
“I don’t know.”
“Have you spoken to your doctor?”
