I crossed my arms.
“Say the rest.”
He took a breath.
“I watched you go through five years of fertility treatments. I watched you blame yourself every time something failed.”
My throat tightened.
“Then Lauren called and told me I had an eight-year-old daughter who had been conceived without any of that.”
His eyes filled.
“I didn’t know how to hand that truth to you.”
“So you decided I couldn’t handle it.”
“I thought you might look at Mia and see everything you had gone through.”
Maybe he expected me to deny it.
