“Greg, I know this is a lot,” Mike continued. “But you had to know.
I told you as soon as I found out.”
I didn’t respond immediately.
I couldn’t. I finished packing, booked the first flight, and braced myself for the confrontation.
The flight felt endless. By the time I arrived, my anger had transformed into something deeper, heavier.
When I reached Natalie’s door, she opened it before I could knock.
Her eyes were red, tears streaming down her face.
“Greg,” she whispered.
I dropped my bags, not caring about pleasantries.
“How could you do that to me?” I asked, my voice low and seething.
“I was scared you’d take Oliver,” she said, voice quivering.
“Why would I do that?” I asked, incredulous.
Tears welled in her eyes. “I’m pregnant,” she admitted.
“I thought if you found out, you’d think Oliver should be with you.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “So you pretended our son was dead?” I shook my head, feeling fury and disbelief.
Oliver’s small voice calling out, “Daddy!” snapped me out of my rage.
He ran into my arms, and I held him tight, vowing never to let this happen again.
