I frowned.
I had never seen her before. Maybe a coworker. Maybe someone from school.
Then came another photograph.
She was wearing Daniel’s gray sweatshirt.
Another.
He loved her.
They were holding hands.
Another.
Daniel was looking at her, not at the camera, with an expression I knew immediately.
He loved her.
That realization hurt in a way I had not expected.
My son had been in love, and I had known nothing about it.
I clicked again.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered.
I clicked again and stopped breathing.
Daniel was kneeling in front of the woman. She was visibly pregnant.
His hands rested gently on either side of her stomach, and he was kissing the curve of it.
I stopped crying.
For several seconds, I only stared.
She was visibly pregnant.
Then I clicked again.
Daniel behind her, arms wrapped around her waist.
Another photograph.
An ultrasound image.
