became too frightened to speak.
“So you lied to me for twelve years.”
“Yes,” he whispered.
Three years earlier, Lily had contacted him through the adoption agency. She wanted medical history and eventually wanted to meet her biological father.
Ben met her for coffee, then continued seeing her every month or two. He lied about work dinners, golf, and visits to his brother to hide their meetings.
Lily knew about me. She had initially asked for privacy, but later encouraged Ben to tell me.
He never did.
