why we suddenly needed one without telling you everything.”
For the first time, I saw fear in his face.
Not fear of Dad.
Not fear of money.
Fear of losing me.
“You should have told me,” I said.
“I know.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because I do know.”
“After the fact.”
He looked down.
“Yes.”
Leo stirred softly beside us.
Both of us turned immediately.
Our son stretched and settled again.
When I looked back, Rowan’s eyes were wet.
“I thought I could fix everything,” he said. “Mom’s business. The
