That night, she waited. Silent.Watching.
When he entered the room, she held up the letter.
"Tell me this isn't true."
His face darkened. Not with guilt, but pain.
"I was going to tell you," he said. "But I lost him before I could even be his father."
Her heart ached, but the damage was done.
He kept secrets.
And now, she didn't know if she could trust him anymore.