I am, after all, a professional.

I gather the whole picture before I say a word.

Rowan had handed me the picture.

He simply had no idea I had been looking.

Those eleven days between finding the forged guarantee and going into labor were the strangest of my life.

I carried two secrets at once — his, that he had committed a crime against me, and mine, that I knew — and I carried them both while carrying our son, folding laundry, making dinner, lying beside the man in the dark.

People imagine that discovering a betrayal like that comes with a great scene, a confrontation, thrown crockery.