The secret was gone.
Lana wasn’t.
She didn’t need to be.
And as Alice sat beside the man she might someday marry, I realized there was something strangely beautiful about that.
The truth had arrived at our dinner table unexpectedly.
It shocked us.
It hurt.
It changed the way I saw the man I’d married.
But nobody asked it to leave.
And maybe that was the difference between Patrick’s unfinished past and the future I hoped our daughter would build.
This time, nobody had to wait in another country for someone to finally tell the truth.
