“That wasn’t your decision to make.”
“See?” my mom jumped in. “He’s been keeping secrets from you too!”
“Stop making this about Wade!”
Wade nodded. “I was wrong. But Emily, I spent five years wondering why you hated me so much.”
“See?”
He turned to my mom. “Then I learned about Thomas, and I wanted to meet the man who made you think every husband is a liar.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” she snapped. “This has nothing to do with him!”
A voice came from the hallway.
“Actually, Linda, it has everything to do with me.”
A man in his sixties stood in the doorway. Gray hair. Nervous hands.
A voice came from the hallway.
My mom went pale. “Thomas?”
He looked at me.
“Hello, Emily.”
“You brought him into our house without asking me?” I said to Wade.
“I should have talked to you first. I’m sorry.”
