“But she told you?”
“Your wife thought she was losing her mind, Sam. She didn’t want you looking at her like she was crazy.”
I didn’t know my wife’s past at all.
“And you were different?”
“I wasn’t the father of the baby who triggered it.”
That hit harder than I wanted it to.
I still didn’t trust him. But he was the only person giving me answers, so I drove to her parents’ house. I’d driven there ready for a betrayal I understood.
Instead, Ethan had given me something worse: a reason to believe I didn’t know my wife’s past at all.
“Where is Claire?”
***
Margaret and Robert lived forty minutes away, in a town I had visited exactly once, for a wedding where they had looked at their own daughter like a stranger.
As I turned onto their street, I saw Claire’s car parked across from their house.
In the neighbors’ driveway.
I slowed down, staring at it. Then I pulled up outside Margaret and Robert’s house and went straight inside without knocking. Lily slept in a bassinet by the couch.
“This is our fault.”
Margaret and Robert sat on the edge of the sofa.
“Where is Claire?”
Margaret looked at Robert. “She’s not here.”
“I saw her car across the street.”
Neither of them answered.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Whose stuff is that?”
Margaret’s eyes filled with tears. “This is our fault.”
“What is?”
Robert looked down at his hands.
I waited. Nothing.
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