A great sense of guilt wrenched my heart.
“Yes, I have children. A girl and two boys.”
“Since when, Mabel? For who?”
At last, here it was, the moment I tell her everything. I sipped my wine as if washing my throat for the secrets I was about to spill.
“Three months after I left Washington, I fell sick. I thought it was just my body adjusting to a new environment. But I visited a hospital and found out I was pregnant with triplets.”
“Who’s their father?” she asked, almost impatiently.
I took a deep breath. “Alec Rivera.”
“ALEC RIVERA.” Ruth blurted out, and slapped a hand against her mouth. Her eyes wide with shock, she scanned the room and we were lucky nobody was paying attention.
Ruth brought back her gaze to me. “Alec Rivera?” she asked. “You mean, Alec Rivera, the CEO of Daston
