“She was desperate,” he says. “Her back was against the wall, and she was drowning. After you left town, I figured I had nothing else left. There was no reason to tell my side of the story, so I kept her secret.”

“Who knows?” I ask.

“My father,” he says, and my hand goes to my mouth, “and you.”

“What about Beau?” I ask. “Surely, the three musketeers would fill him in on that secret.”

“There is no way that we could tell him,” he says and looks down and then up. “It’s Liam’s.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I shout, and I want to throw something, break something. “This whole fucking thing is a—”

“Yeah,” he says, cutting me off.

“You chose her,” I say softly. “Out of all this, you chose her.”

“I never chose her,” he tells me, getting up. “I chose Ethan.” He says his name, and I look at him with tears in his eyes. “In all this, I chose my son.”

When he says the words, my body starts to shake. I start to shake. “Your son,” I whisper.

“Yeah, I have a son,” he says. I look at him, and at that moment, everything comes out of me.

“You have two sons,” I whisper, my secret now free from Pandora’s box.

“What?” he says, getting up now and looking at me. “What did you say?”

He gave me his truth, and now it’s time to give him mine. “I said you have two sons.”

“Oh my God,” he says, putting his hands to his mouth.

“I found out I was pregnant a month after I left. I was beside myself. I lost so much weight. I was sleeping and vomiting. I couldn’t keep anything down. I just thought I was depressed.” I don’t stop, knowing that if I stop, I won’t have the courage to continue. “My mother came and finally forced me to go to the doctor. I was twelve weeks along. They turned off the lights in the small white room and put gel on my stomach, and then I saw our son for the first time. His heartbeat was strong, and at that moment, I knew that whatever you did, we created this amazing boy.”

“My son.” His voice is a whisper.

“It wasn’t an easy pregnancy,” I say. “I ate for him, I drank for him, I lived for him. My baby. My son.”

“Our son,” he reminds me, and I look down.

“When I was twenty-one weeks, I got a sharp cramp, and I thought it was just stomach pains.” I put my hand to my stomach, feeling the emptiness. “Then the bleeding started.”

“Kallie …” He says my name, but I’m in a trance as I’m back to that day.