“I wanted them to know each other.”
“Without telling me they were brother and sister.”
“I was helping Rachel move.”
And suddenly, that was the part I couldn’t get past.
Greg hadn’t just lied to me. He’d taught our six-year-old that keeping Dad’s secrets from Mom was something good sons did.
His jaw tightened. “Everything changed when I found out about Carol. I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Rachel stared at him. “You told me she knew.”
“Is that true?”
“I was going to tell her.”
“When?” I asked. “After this business trip?”
His face changed.
I nodded toward his SUV at the curb. “That’s where you’re supposed to be, Greg. On a business trip.”
“Hannah, I was helping Rachel move. That’s all.”
“For almost three months.”
“That’s all?” I looked at Rachel. “Is that true?”
She hesitated.
“Rachel?”
“No.” She looked at Greg. “He told me you two had been separated for months.”
