“He’s six years old,” Minho said quietly. “Understanding I had him before we ever met.”
Sophie sat down slowly, understanding genuine shock required considerable physical support throughout that overwhelming moment.
I pulled a chair beside her, understanding my own maternal instinct required remaining physically close throughout this devastating unfolding.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” she asked, her voice breaking completely.
Minho’s hands trembled slightly, understanding genuine shame colored his entire posture.
“I was scared,” he admitted. “Understanding I thought you might not want me if you knew.”
“You thought wrong,” Sophie said. “Understanding I would have wanted the truth. From the very beginning.”
Minho’s mother pressed her hand against her chest, understanding genuine shock accompanied her own realization regarding everything her son had apparently concealed.
“You knew,” she said, turning toward Sang-chul directly. “Understanding you knew this entire time.”
Sang-chul nodded slowly, understanding genuine guilt colored his entire expression.
“I found out six months ago,” he admitted. “Understanding Minho asked me keeping his secret.”
“You should have told me,” Minho’s mother said, genuine hurt accompanying that particular accusation.
She stood abruptly, understanding genuine betrayal from her own husband apparently compounded everything already overwhelming throughout that particular evening.
“Six months,” she repeated. “Understanding you let me sit here, month after month, having no idea our own grandson existed.”
I watched this entire family confrontation unfold, understanding genuine devastation had spread considerably beyond simply Sophie’s own particular circumstances.
“Tell me everything,” Sophie said, turning back toward Minho directly. “Understanding I need the complete truth now.”
Minho took a deep breath, understanding genuine vulnerability accompanied his eventual, careful explanation.
He looked down at his own hands throughout most of that particular explanation, understanding genuine shame apparently prevented him from maintaining direct eye contact.
“Her name was Yuna,” he said. “Understanding we dated briefly, years before I met you. She got pregnant. We weren’t genuinely compatible as partners, but we agreed raising Jihoon together, separately.”
