Some secrets are kept out of malice.

This one I kept out of love, and the difference, to me, is everything.

And now that secret was asleep in a bassinet, and her father was on the phone telling me he was finally going to have a family, and the irony of it was so enormous I nearly laughed.

“Try not to make a scene,” Damon said, before he hung up.

I stroked the edge of my daughter’s blanket.