Despite his desire to escape, curiosity gnawed at him, and he understood that he wouldn’t be able to bury it again until he’d heard it all. And maybe then he wouldn’t have to lock it away. Maybe, as Becky had said, he’d be able to let it go just like he’d let go of his self-loathing over his mistakes.
“Does this make you uncomfortable?” Kelly asked.
“Very, but the can of worms has popped.”
He had a good enough sense of how she’d ended up with his father that he wanted to ask why she’d stayed so long, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
“When did you…” he began, but his voice sounded strangled to his ears, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “When did you tell Dad you were pregnant?”
“A couple weeks before I was supposed to go back. Contrary to what I expected, he was
