PART 2
“She’s five years old. What could my son possibly owe a five-year-old child?”
Chloe didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, she looked down at Nora.
And for the first time, I really studied the little girl.
The dark hair.
The shape of her eyes.
The way she tilted her head when she was confused.
Something about her suddenly felt painfully familiar.
My heart began pounding.
“Nora,” Chloe said gently, kneeling beside her, “could you sit on the porch swing for a minute? Mommy needs to talk to Julian’s mom.”
Nora nodded.
She walked a few steps away, still hugging the stuffed rabbit.
Chloe waited until she was out of earshot.
Then she unfolded the paper.
It wasn’t a hospital report.
It was a certified court document dated six years earlier.
Behind it was another page.
A private DNA paternity test.
I stared at the word on the page.
PATERNITY.
My knees nearly gave out.
“What is this?”
Chloe’s hands were shaking.
“Six years ago, just before Julian left for his graduate program in Boston, we spent a weekend together.”
I said nothing.
My mind had already begun putting pieces together that I desperately wanted to keep separate.
“A few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant,” she continued.
Her voice broke.
“I told Julian.”
I looked toward Nora.
Then back at Chloe.
“No.”
Chloe closed her eyes.
“He panicked.”
I could barely breathe.
“No.”
“He wasn’t cruel,” she said quickly. “He wasn’t angry. He was terrified.”
“Terrified of what?”
“You know what happened to his brother.”
Of course I knew.
That hospital room had changed Julian.
He had spent years pretending it hadn’t.
Chloe wiped her face.
“Julian told me that after watching his brother die, he became convinced that loving someone meant eventually losing them.”
My chest tightened.
“He said he didn’t think he could survive building a family and then watching something happen to them.”
I stared at the DNA report.
The letters seemed to blur.
“He gave me money,” Chloe continued. “Every month.”
I looked up sharply.
“What?”
“He made sure Nora had everything she needed. He signed an agreement guaranteeing financial support.”
“Then why didn’t I know?”
Chloe’s lips trembled.
“Because he begged me not to tell anyone.”
I shook my head.
“He loved children.”
“I know.”
“He would never abandon his own child.”
“He didn’t stop caring about her.”
Chloe’s voice cracked.
“He was afraid to become her father.”
She looked toward Nora.
“He asked me not to put his name on the birth certificate. He said it would be easier if Nora grew up believing her father had simply never been part of her life.”
