That evening, after Sophie was asleep, I sat down with Evan.
“I went to your mom’s today.” His face went pale immediately.
“She told me,” I continued. “About the baby. About your son.”
Evan closed his eyes and nodded slowly. “I’m sorry.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t know how. I thought if I kept it in the past, it wouldn’t hurt anyone. I thought I could just… leave it there.”
I reached for his hand. “You should’ve told me. Not because you owed me a confession, but because we’re supposed to carry these things together.”
Tears filled his eyes. “I didn’t want that pain to touch our family.”
“But it already did. And that’s okay. Pain doesn’t make us weaker. Hiding it does.” He cried then, and I held him the way he’d held me through every hard thing we’d ever faced.
The following weekend, we went to Helen’s house together. All of us.
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