My husband said he was flying to Denver for work, so I went to my prenatal appointment alone. While waiting outside maternity triage, I saw him rushing down the hall with one arm around a heavily pregnant woman

he twice tried to learn where the baby had gone. Tessa’s father threatened legal action and said the adoption was closed.

Eventually, Adrian stopped searching.

What he never knew was that Tessa had changed her mind.

She kept Maren.

And apparently decided Adrian belonged in the past.

“Did you know she existed when we met?” I asked.

“No.”

“Did you know when we married?”

“No.”

I studied him.

I believed both answers.

That wasn’t the problem.

“What happened four months ago?”

Adrian swallowed.

He drove to Indianapolis to meet Maren.