There was a woman named Linda.
For a second, I forgot about Noah.
“What?”
“You were three. It lasted a few months. Maybe longer.”
“So Dad cheated on you with Linda.”
“Yes.”
He had an affair.
“And you stayed?”
“I loved him. You were three. He swore it was over.”
“But Linda came back.”
Mom looked at Noah’s photograph. “Years later.”
“Why?”
Dad cheated on you with Linda.
“She wanted something from your father.”
“What?”
“I never knew. There were calls, meetings, arguments. Robert said he was handling it.”
“Was Grace involved?”
Mom looked away.
“You know she was.”
You were three. He swore it was over.
“I knew Grace existed.”
“How?”
“Linda once said Grace was the reason she needed to speak to Robert.”
“Was Grace his daughter?”
“I don’t know.”
Robert said he was handling it.
“Did you ask?”
“Of course. Your father told me not to worry about it.”
