“To show you the truth.”
He called for a cab, and in a few minutes, we were on our way to the same house I’d seen him at earlier.
As we arrived, I felt my heart racing again. We got out of the car, and before I could ask anything, the door opened. It was Lily, my sister. She looked shocked to see us standing there.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
Adam looked at me before turning to her. “I’ve tried to keep this a secret, but I’m not going to lie anymore, not when it’s affecting my marriage.”
I stepped forward. “What’s going on, Lily? You’ve been living in a different state for years, and now you’re here, sleeping with my husband.”
Lily hesitated. “That’s not true. I… I moved here. I didn’t think I had a choice. Nat, you don’t understand…”
“Yes, you’re right, I really don’t understand what’s going on here.”
“I thought you’d never forgive me.”
“Forgive you for what? For sleeping with my husband?”
Adam stepped in. “Her husband… he’s been abusive. She needed to get away.”
“Abusive?” I repeated. “I warned you, Lily. I told you he wasn’t good for you. I begged you to leave him. But instead, you decided to leave me.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” she screamed. “Because I knew how you’d react! I didn’t want to make you ashamed of me!”
I stood there in silence, trying to process everything. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little boy walking toward us. He was about four years old.
I turned to Adam, confused. “Who’s this?”
“This is the ‘Baby’ you saw in the message,” Adam said. “He’s Lily’s son.”
“You have a child?” I asked, looking at my sister.
Lily nodded. “Yes. I didn’t know how to explain everything. But… I didn’t know where else to go.”
“You should have told me, Lily. We’re sisters. Why didn’t you trust me?”
“I was scared you’d judge me.”
“I’ll help you, Lily,” I said, looking at her and Adam both. “But you both need to promise me, no more secrets. No more hiding things from me. We’re family, and I can’t take any more lies.”
Adam squeezed my hand. “We’re in this together now. All of us.”
I nodded.
“Let’s go,” Adam said softly, his hand still holding mine. “We still have our anniversary to celebrate, don’t we?”
I didn’t answer right away. I looked at Adam, and in his eyes, I saw something I hadn’t seen in a long time — sincerity.
Maybe everything hadn’t been perfect, but I was willing to believe it wasn’t too late. At least, I hoped not.
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