the day before Noah died.
Em,
I’m going to talk to your dad tonight. I know you’re scared. I am too. But I don’t want our baby starting life as a secret. Whatever happens, I want you to remember this: I choose you. I choose our child. I choose the life we’re building, even if everyone needs time to understand it.
There’s something else I need to tell you, but not in a letter. It’s about our families. My mom knows part of it, and I think your mom knows the rest. I found something in Dad’s old papers that doesn’t make sense. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe I’m overthinking it. But if I’m right, this baby connects our families in a way nobody has admitted.
I read the last sentence twice.
Then a third time.
My mother sat down hard in the nearest chair.
Diane looked at her.
“What did
