Emily…”
She was our daughter.
I hadn’t seen her in almost two years.
And in her arms was a newborn baby wrapped in a white hospital blanket.
I looked at David.
Then Emily.
Then the baby.
“What is going on?”
Emily lowered her eyes.
David stepped toward me.
“Catherine, you need to sit down.”
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“I don’t need to sit down. I need someone to tell me why our daughter is here holding a baby I didn’t even know existed.”
My voice was shaking.
Emily closed her eyes.
“Mom… he’s mine.”
Those words hit harder than any affair I had imagined.don’t need to sit down. I need someone to tell me why our daughter is here holding a baby I didn’t even know existed.”
My voice was shaking.
Emily closed her eyes.
“Mom… he’s mine.”
Those words hit harder than any affair I had imagined.
“Yours?”
I stared at the tiny baby.
“I became a grandmother and nobody thought I should know?”
David tried to speak.
“It’s complicated.”
“Then start explaining.”
Two years earlier, Emily and I had the worst argument of our lives.
She was 27 and dating a man named Ryan.
I didn’t trust him.
He was possessive, unstable with work, and seemed to be slowly separating her from friends.
