I almost laughed. “You kept confusing simple with stupid, Greg.”
Carol was watching us from the hallway.
I stepped back onto the porch. “She didn’t ask for any of this.”
Leo and I started over without him.
Greg followed me outside. “Hannah, please. Let’s talk about this at home.”
“You’ll hear from my lawyer.”
“What about Leo?” Panic finally cracked through his voice. “Think about Leo.”
I turned around. “You should have thought about our son before you taught a six-year-old to hide his other family from his mother.”
I walked to my car without looking back.
I was never stupid.
***
Six weeks later, Rachel stayed with Greg, while Leo and I started over without him.
My son still pushed that two-dollar pink stroller down our driveway, and every time I saw it, I remembered what Greg had spent eight years getting wrong about me.
Greg thought he’d married a simple country girl who would never figure it out.
