She held out the photograph.
“Look.”
Connor saw it first.
His expression changed.
“Look.”
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“Oh, God.”
I took the picture.
He was standing beside a woman I recognized from an old photograph.
Lauren, his ex-girlfriend.
Seven words were written on the back:
“Ask Connor what happened on June 14.”
Lauren, his ex-girlfriend.
I looked at my husband.
“What happened, Connor?”
He didn’t answer fast enough.
Just like that, the ruined reveal stopped being the only thing I was afraid of.
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***
Once the house emptied, Connor followed me into the kitchen.
“Can I explain?”
“What happened, Connor?”
“Not with your mother ten feet away and half the party still getting into their cars.”
Molly appeared in the doorway.
“I didn’t know that picture was in there.”
“But you chose to ruin the surprise and pop the balloon, Molly. How is that any better?”
“I just wanted to know.”
Molly appeared in the doorway.
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I looked at her.
“And I wanted one moment to take photos with my husband before the whole room knew something about our baby.”
Connor touched her arm. “Mom, I’ll take you home. I’ll be back soon, Shannon.”
***
When he returned, I had the photograph beside the party receipt.
