make sense. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her lips parted, but no words came.
I turned to Dr. Keller, desperate for someone to say there had been a misunderstanding. That the dates were wrong. That this file belonged to someone else. That my wife—my ex-wife—had not been carrying this alone while I was busy convincing myself that leaving her was a kindness.
But the doctor didn’t rescue me from the truth.
“Sophie asked that her medical information remain private,” he said carefully. “That was her right.”
I looked back at her.
“Private from me?”
Her eyes filled with tears, but she didn’t let them fall.
“We were already breaking, Ethan.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one I had.”
My voice came out sharper than I intended. “You were sick, Sophie. You were scared. You were going through this, and you let me walk away?”
Her face changed then.
