“You can’t tell him yet,” Caleb said gently. “It has to be when the timing is right.”
“I don’t know how much longer I can keep this to myself,” Isabel answered, her voice breaking. “Carrying this alone is tearing me apart.”
The floor seemed to tilt under my feet.
My husband.
My son’s girlfriend.
Sitting very close, whispering about a secret they were keeping from my son.
My heart started pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears.
What is going on?
What am I walking into?
Logan loved this girl. He was about to ask her to share the rest of his life. And here she was, crying with my husband behind closed doors.
I stepped forward and let my heel hit the floor harder than usual. The sound echoed through the room.
Both of them turned around quickly, their faces pale.
“What is happening here?” I asked, doing everything I could to keep my voice steady.
