Abby held her breath, waiting to see how he’d react.
He blinked several times, and then lowered his gaze to her stomach. “You’re pregnant?”
The sides of her mouth pulled up slightly in a half smile, despite the seriousness of the conversation. At twenty, she’d been so conflicted about having a baby. Now she’d give just about anything to be able to hold her little girl again.
“No. It was . . . a long time ago.”
Trent handed the picture to her and she reverently placed it back in the box. After another long look at the grainy black and white picture, Abby stood and returned the box to the closet.
When she sat down beside him once more, Trent appeared to be deep in thought. Her insides clenched waiting for his reaction. Would he put the pieces together on his own?
“Where . . .” Trent cl
