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‘But she needs to know about the email,’ Anne said, her face serious. ‘I kept quiet as you asked, but it’s not right, Chris. You may not be so lucky next time. Apart from that, there’s the moral issue of you two being related. You can’t ignore it. Technically you are half brother and sister. Most couples parted once they knew. Ian and Emma did. Jan needs to be told.’
‘But I couldn’t bear to lose her,’ Chris said. ‘That’s why I haven’t told her. She’s my life. It feels so right being with her. I can’t tell her now and risk losing her. We have a child.’
‘You must,’ Anne said. ‘She has to know. It’s not right to keep it from her. Supposing you have another child and it has the condition?’
‘We won’t have any more children.’
‘Chris, I won’t be part of your deception any longer. If you don’t tell Jan, I will.’
SEVENTY-FOUR
Chris gazed lovingly at Owen, now awake in his crib. He was happy and contented, even though both his legs were in plaster. Jan was sitting on the sofa, talking to him as he grinned and gurgled. At eight weeks old, he was steadily putting on weight and meeting all the developmental milestones. The consultant paediatrician had said that surgery probably wouldn’t be necessary and Owen’s legs could be straightened using manipulation and plaster casts, which was a huge relief.
Chris knew how lucky they’d been, but Anne’s words were constantly in his thoughts. He hadn’t told Jan yet and he needed to. Anne had given him an ultimatum: tell Jan by the end of the weekend or I will. It was Sunday evening now and he was running out of time.
He didn’t blame Anne. She was doing what she thought was right. If Jan wasn’t told and they had another baby, as she wanted, it could have the condition. But he dreaded losing her, which he feared would happen when she found out they were related.
Aware that he couldn’t put it off any longer, Chris steeled himself and went over and sat on the sofa beside Jan. She turned to look at him and smiled.
Chris took her hand. ‘You know how much you both mean to me? How much I love you?’
‘Yes, of course,’ she laughed. ‘I love you too.’
He hesitated and took a deep breath, summoning his courage. ‘Jan, there’s something I have to tell you, something that I should have told you much sooner.’
Her face immediately grew serious. ‘What is it, Chris?’ She took her hand away. ‘You’re not having an affair?’