“And you agreed?”
“I agreed. I told myself that once the baby was born and the trust was legally mine, he couldn’t control me with it anymore. Then I’d come back, tell you everything, and we’d build a life he couldn’t touch.”
“And Nora was born almost two weeks ago,” I said. “So why are you still here?”
“The transfer cleared three days ago. I was packing to leave when Dad told me Nora was still in the NICU. I didn’t even know which hospital you were in.”
I could barely believe what I was hearing.
“So you disappeared and decided I’d understand later.”
His eyes dropped to Nora.
“I told myself losing those months with you was better than letting him control the rest of our lives.”
“And you never thought I should get a say in that?”
Caleb went silent.
That silence was my answer.
I looked at him, then at William’s house.
Every man who claimed to love a woman in my family had decided what she was allowed to know.
“William decided for my mother. Grandpa decided what pieces of my own childhood I could hold. You decided when I deserved the truth.”
Caleb’s face fell.
