opened each one.
School supplies.
Shoes.
A dental bill.
A summer program.
I sat back.
Owen made a sleepy sound against my chest.
“Your dad has been busy,” I whispered.
The words felt awful.
Because paying for those things wasn’t wrong.
That was the problem.
I wasn’t discovering that Ethan was a terrible father.
I was discovering that he had been quietly becoming a good father to Mia while lying to his wife about the fact that she existed.
The next morning, Ethan came home with instructions to rest.
He walked into the kitchen and glanced toward the twins.
“How are they?”
“Fine.”
