crib, and promised to be there when her baby arrived because the baby’s father had disappeared.
That morning, Maren went into labor three weeks early.
Adrian drove straight to the hospital.
And still never called me.
“I was going to tell you after the baby was born,” he said.
I laughed once because otherwise I might have screamed.
“You were going to introduce me to your adult daughter after she made you a grandfather?”
He said nothing.
The question was no longer whether Adrian had been cheating.
In some ways,
