my breakdown at the hospital.
Six weeks earlier.
That changed everything.
I confronted Caleb during counseling.
He turned white.
“I didn’t know.”
For once, I believed him.
He looked genuinely horrified.
Then he told me something I had never heard.
“When I was little, Dad tried to do this to my mom.”
The room went still.
I stared at him.
“Sherry?”
“No.”
I blinked.
“What?”
Caleb looked at me like a man opening a door he had kept locked all his life.
“Sherry isn’t my biological mother.”
His biological mother
