« I’m sorry, » she whispered.
I couldn’t tell which one of us she was talking to.
Ten days earlier, Emily had dropped Noah and Lily at my house and promised she’d be back before dinner.
Then she disappeared.
For ten days, I imagined every terrible thing a mother can imagine.
Her car in a river.
Her body in a field.
A stranger answering her phone.
Instead, she came home carrying a child nobody knew existed.
« What did you do? » I asked.