The only thing Nathan refused to discuss was his first marriage with Clara.
“The past is the past, sweetheart. Please don’t make me go through it again.”
“That’s enough!”
I respected that. After losing Mom five years earlier, I understood how painful memories could be.
I’d always believed Nathan’s silence meant his first marriage had been painful.
It had never occurred to me that he might still be hiding something about it.
I blinked, forcing myself back to the present.
The young woman was still standing on my porch, watching me anxiously.
“I have proof.”
“That’s enough! You can’t just show up at someone’s home and make accusations like that!”
She flinched.
“I know how this sounds. But I have proof.”
I reached for the door, ready to end this ridiculous conversation. Then something about her face struck me as familiar. Had I seen her at the grocery store? Somewhere downtown?
