“You’ll tell them they were wanted,” Linda said. “Wanted by you and loved beyond measure. That’s the truth.”
The house felt different now—quieter, heavier. Daniel still hadn’t come home. I imagined him laughing with a beer in his hand, completely unaware of how much damage had been done.
The baby kicked again, harder this time. Almost like they’re ready to face this complicated world.
I whispered to my belly, “No matter what your daddy does, you’ll never doubt that you’re loved.”
I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen after the baby comes. But I do know one thing—some choices reveal more about a person than years of marriage ever could.
And last Tuesday night, my husband showed me exactly who he is.
