He looked up at me, eyes red and glassy.
“You’re right. I’ve been lying. But not because I don’t love you.
God, Anna, I do. I love you so much. I just…
didn’t know how to tell you.”
“Tell me what?” I asked barely above a whisper.
He hesitated, then slowly turned the laptop screen toward me. The boy’s photo filled the screen again. He had brown hair, a warm smile, and the same dimpled chin as Ethan.
“Who is he?” I asked.
Ethan’s voice cracked.
“He’s my son.”
I felt as if the floor had disappeared beneath me. I grabbed the edge of the desk to steady myself.
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