Eighteen years. Eighteen years I had kept that secret. I had kept it through the late-night feedings, through the first day of kindergarten, through my husband’s funeral.
And it had come home folded in my son’s pocket.
“Mom.” Wyatt’s voice was barely a whisper. “Just tell me. Did you cheat on Dad?”
CHAPTER 2: THE PROMISE I MADE GRAHAM
“No,” I said. “Never. Not once.”
“Then how —”
“Let me tell you everything. From the beginning. And I won’t stop until you know it all.”
He nodded. I pressed my palms flat on the table so he wouldn’t see them shaking.
“Your dad and I got married when I was twenty-two. We wanted a baby more than anything. We tried for two years. Nothing happened. When we finally went to the doctor, they told us the problem was on your dad’s side. He couldn’t have children. Not ever.”
Wyatt’s face didn’t move.
