broke down.
“I was scared,” he said through tears. “Your parents hated me. I thought if you knew there was hope, you’d wait and then resent me if I failed. I was terrified of losing you.”
“So you lied,” I said quietly. “For fifteen years.”
He nodded, unable to meet my eyes.
My mother slammed her hand on the table.
“He came to us,” she said bitterly. “Two continue reading …
