Everything about that feels right. Even if everything about today is all wrong.
“It’s like three hours away though. Is that okay?” she asks. “We don’t have to go that far—”
“It’s perfect. Let’s do it.” I shift the truck into drive and pull out of the parking lot.
She’s quiet as I follow the back roads to the Northway. I reach over and rest my hand on her leg. “Are you okay?”
“No.”
“I mean, physically. The baby?”
“Oh,” she whispers, resting her hand on her stomach. “My heart’s racing, and I feel like I’m going to puke. I can’t believe he—”
“Don’t. Not right now.” I don’t like that she’s not feeling well. “Let’s take a few breaths and calm down. We’ll talk about it when we get there.”
“Okay.” She slides her hand over mine. “We’ll call this our babymoon getaway, then.”
“I had a different place in mind for our babymoon.”
“You did?” she gasps. “You were planning a vacation for us?”
Yes, please. Let’s talk about that instead.Anything to get her mind off what just happened. “Yup.”
“You always take good care of me.”
“You’re not going to ask where I wanted to take you?”
“Nope. I trust you.” Her voice falters again. “You’re the only person I can trust.”
“Same.” The weight of that word drags me to hell. I’ve trusted Marcel with my life, with everything, for so long.
With a few words, Marcel managed to expose his giant lie and alter the bond we’ve shared for more than twenty years.