“Things don’t accidentally happen for months.”
“I know.”
“No. You don’t get to keep saying that.”
My voice cracked.
Caleb stepped toward me.
I raised my hand.
“Stay there.”
He stopped.
“Is it over?”
His eyes dropped.
“No.”
I thought of his mother’s words: “You told me it was over.”
“Your mother knew.”
He nodded.
“Since when?”
“Before the baby came.”
I stared at him.
“She knew while she was sitting in my house, asking me about diapers and bringing casseroles?”
“Jess…”
“She knew while I was pregnant?”
“Yes.”
I turned away.
Then another thought hit me.
“The daycare.”
Caleb said nothing.
I looked back at him.
“The daycare wasn’t just about money, was it?”
His silence answered first.
“Why did you cancel it?”
He rubbed his face.
“I needed the refund.”
I felt cold.
“What did you do with it?”
He hesitated.
“Tell me.”
“I used some of it.”
“For what?”
“Jess, please… it’s not important.”
“Not important? That money was MINE, too.”
He closed his eyes, as if what he was about to say next was going to break me.
“Mara needed help with an apartment.”
I stared at him.
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