You. Know.”
Hope let out a thin, hiccupping cry, and somehow that made the whole moment worse, sharper, like the baby herself was casting a vote.
Paul rubbed a hand down his jaw, the way he always did right before he said something he’d regret. “She called me. Once.”
The floor seemed to drop an inch under my feet.
“She what?”
Now he looked angry, but I’d been married to him long enough to know that anger was just what cornered looked like on him. “A few months after she left. Said she was with Andy. Said she was fine.”
“And you let me believe she was dead.”
“I told her if she came home, she came home alone,” he snapped, voice climbing. “She was sixteen, Jodi. Almost seventeen. Ready to throw her whole future away on some college dropout with no plan and no money. Was I supposed to
