PART 2 — THE TRUTH
For several seconds, Luke’s babbling was the only sound in the room.
Nate stared at his wife.
“Emily, why are you crying?”
She shook her head.
“Answer me.”
“I’m so sorry.”
I wanted another explanation. Birthmarks could run in families, but Emily’s terror had already answered the question.
Nate leaned against the wall.
“Is Luke Adrian’s son?”
Emily closed her eyes.
“Yes.”
The word was barely audible, but it destroyed the life my son believed he had.
Nate walked downstairs without speaking. I gave Luke to Emily, told her to dress him, and followed.
My son stood in the kitchen gripping the counter. When Emily entered, he asked, “How long?”
“It happened once,” she said.
“When?”
“After your conference in Denver.”
“That was five months before Adrian died.”
Emily nodded.
I remembered that period. Nate and Emily had been arguing, and Adrian often visited their house, supposedly to repair things and check on her.
I had believed he was being a caring brother.
“You slept with my brother in our home?” Nate asked.
“We had been drinking,” Emily said. “I was angry, and Adrian was grieving his breakup. It was selfish and unforgivable.”
“Did he know Luke was his?”
“Yes. I told him after the first ultrasound. He wanted to tell you, but I begged him to wait.”
“And then he died.”
The cruelty of the secret settled over us. Nate had mourned Adrian, praised him at his funeral, and even given Luke Adrian’s name as a middle name.
I asked Emily whether she had known for certain.
She admitted she had arranged a DNA test after Luke’s birth.
Nate stared at her.
“You tested him and still let me believe he was mine?”
“You are his father,” she pleaded. “You have loved him since he was born.”
“That is not the same as telling me the truth.”
Luke began crying and reached toward Nate.
His anger disappeared instantly.
Nate took Luke into his arms and rocked him against his chest. Tears slid down his face as the baby grabbed his shirt and settled.
Biology had caused the wound, but love was standing in front of us.
Emily explained that she covered the birthmark because she knew I would recognise it. She replaced the waterproof bandage before every visit and refused to let anyone else handle bath time.
Months of strange behaviour suddenly made sense. She had not been protecting a routine. She had been protecting a lie.
Nate looked at her over Luke’s head.
“You need to leave tonight.”
Emily panicked, afraid he would take the baby.
“I’m not taking Luke from you,” Nate said. “But I need space before I say something I can never take back.”
