“Why didn’t you tell me, Faye?” His voice was soft, but I could hear the hurt beneath it.
“I...” I sighed and shook my head. “Because I wasn’t sure what was happening. I thought maybe it was temporary. I didn’t want to say anything until I was sure.”
He still didn’t say anything, and I could feel him retreating into that quiet space where he blamed himself for things that weren’t his fault. I hated that look on him...that mix of pain and self-reproach.
“And besides,” I continued quietly, “I didn’t want you to feel guilty. It’s not like we even know what caused it. I just didn’t want to make you feel like it was your fault when it wasn’t.”
“But it was,” he said almost under his breath. “It happened after...”
“It doesn’t matter,” I interrupted quickly. “Even if it was, I’d do it again,
