“I deserved that,” he said.
“You didn’t.”
He set the vase on the windowsill. Morning rain had given way to a soft gray afternoon, and the tulips looked almost luminous against it.
“I spoke with my parents,” he said.
Richard, who had been reading hospital discharge papers, looked up.
Daniel kept his attention on me. “They’re postponing any wedding discussions.”
I did not know what to say.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
He shook his head. “Don’t be. It wasn’t because of you. It was because last night showed me how many things I didn’t know.”
“And Whitney?”
His mouth tightened.
“She says this is a misunderstanding.”
“Is that what you believe?”
He looked toward Noah.
“I believe people can be scared and still make choices that hurt others,” he said. “But I also believe hiding a baby from the person you’re planning to marry is not a small misunderstanding.”
