“Dave doesn’t know yet,” Cloe said. “I’m telling him tonight.”
She typed back to Jonah and put the phone down and sat with the weight of what tonight’s conversation would require. She had told Dave hard things before. She had told him his father was building a second life. She had told him about Jonah. She had told him about the custody filing. Each time he had gone quiet and processed and come back with exactly the right question.
She trusted him to do that again.
But this one was different.
This was not about Marshall’s failures anymore. This was about family. About the shape of it expanding in ways neither of them had seen coming. Dave was about to find out that the father he had already adjusted his expectations of had two more children he had abandoned, one twenty-two and one twen
