He had sat beside me on that porch with his hand on my belly and talked about giving other families more time, and he had a five-year-old boy somewhere in this city he had never once mentioned.
I didn’t feel angry yet.
I knew the anger was coming — I could feel it the way you feel weather before it arrives.
But right then I only felt the weight of the letter, and the particular silence of a room where someone has just been told something they cannot unknow.
My phone was in my coat pocket.
I took it out and looked at it for a long moment.
Then I typed Diane’s name into the search bar and waited to see what came back.
Chapter 4: The Woman I Was Never Supposed to Know
Her full name was Diane Calloway.
She wasn’t hard to find.
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