enough that we both laughed.
Then she cried.
She told me Adrian had never been involved in Tessa’s life after high school.
There was no secret affair.
No second household.
No decades-long deception.
Only four months.
Four months was still enough.
But it wasn’t twenty-five years.
Maren pulled out her phone.
“Do you want to see our messages?”
I shook my head.
“I’ve seen his.”
She nodded.
“He loves you.”
I looked at her.
“People can love you and still lie to you.”
She lowered her eyes toward her son.
