Jack tell me?”
She looked at my stomach.
“You really need me to answer that?”
“Yes.”
“He watched you sell your jewelry.”
“I chose to.”
“You borrowed against your home.”
“I chose that too.”
“You were pregnant. Raising Lucy. Driving him to treatment. Fighting insurance companies. Barely sleeping.”
“So?”
“So Jack knew exactly what you would do if he told you about Ethan.”
I frowned.
“What?”
“You would say yes.”
“To what?”
“Helping.”
She looked at me.
“Possibly taking Ethan in. Finding money. Rearranging everything. You would offer before asking whether you were physically, emotionally, or financially capable of doing it.”
I stared at her.
“He thought I would do that?”
“He knew you would.”
“Then why leave me that letter?”
“Because telling you Ethan existed and deciding Ethan’s future for you were two different things.”
I looked away.
“He still should have told me.”
“Yes.”
“I loved him. That