deleted it.
Instead, I read:
“Hannah, I need you to know I thought Dad had told you from the beginning. He talked about you constantly. He showed me the nursery. He told me how hard you both fought for this baby. I would never have agreed to meet him secretly if I understood what he was doing. I’m sorry.”
Dad.
The word still felt strange.
But something else mattered more.
She wasn’t defending him.
She was embarrassed by what he’d done.
Two days later, I met Maren at a coffee
