“Mom.”
His voice broke.
“Are you hurt?”
I looked at my son.
The little boy I raised.
The man who had built a successful company from nothing.
The man who had no idea what kind of person he was about to marry.
“I’m fine.”
But my voice trembled slightly.
And Ethan noticed.
He always noticed when I was pretending.
He gently took the grocery tote from my hands.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
I looked at Vanessa.
Then back at him.
“Because I wanted to see the truth.”
