She was right.
Outside the clinic she finally allowed me to hold her hand again.
Nothing was fixed.
But we had finally started telling each other the truth.
Unfortunately…
The hardest conversation still waited for us at my parents’ house.
I planned to marry the woman I’d loved for sixteen years. Before I could ask the question, she revealed a secret she’d carried for eight months—and it forced us to decide whether love alone could survive the future.
