I Came to the Hospital With Gifts and Overheard My Husband Tell My Sister, “Your Son Will Have My Name, and Your Sister Will Pay for Everything”

You put my hand on your stomach every night and had me sing to him.”

“I did love you, Daniel,” Rebecca sobbed.

“I did, I swear—”

“Maybe you did,” he said.

“But not enough to tell me the truth.

And that’s the only kind of love that would have mattered.” He turned to go, and then he stopped, and looked back at her, and said the thing that I have thought about most in all of it.