His side.
And the tiny space between us where our child now slept.
For months, I had believed that silence meant Eric had stopped loving me.
Now I understood something more complicated.
Sometimes people make terrible decisions while trying to protect the people they love.
That didn’t erase what Eric had done.
It didn’t excuse the secreTS.
And it certainly didn’t mean our marriage could return to what it had been overnight.
I told him that.
“I love you,” I said.
“But loving you doesn’t mean pretending this didn’t happen.”
“I don’t want you to pretend.”
“Then we’re going to get help.
We’re going to face everything—the hospital, the paperwork, the mistakes, the months we lost.”
Eric nodded.
“Together?”
I looked down at our son.
Then I looked at the man I had once trusted without question.
“Together.
But this time, with no secreTS.”