CHAPTER 5
On Friday evening, Caroline and Victor drove to his parents’ house. Caroline’s stomach swooped and her fingers trembled with nerves, of course, but she wanted to meet his family, nonetheless.
As they drove into a neighborhood of small, one-story houses with immaculate, snow-covered yards, Caroline asked, “Victor, are we going to tell them about the baby?”
“I don’t know,” he replied. “We can if you want to.”
She bit her lip, considering her options. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” Please don’t be disappointed.
“Well, let’s just go with the flow then.” He reached across to squeeze one hand. “If the time seems right, and you want to say something, say something. If not, well, it’s really early yet. There’s no rush. A lot of people wait a couple of months before they tell
