Her eyes dropped to the floor. “I was ashamed of him. And he…he kept writing me letters from prison, but I never answered. Two months ago, he called. He’d served his time. He found me. I met him…well, because…I was curious, I suppose. He was blood after all.”
Her voice wavered. “He told me he had cancer. Not much time left. I couldn’t just walk away—and not do anything. I brought him here. I didn’t tell you because…” She faltered. “Because I thought it might change how you saw me. And we were so happy about our pregnancy. I didn’t want to ruin it.”