Zach sat staring into the fire in his living room fireplace. He alternated between rage at Lloyd Wendt for having stolen the first ten years of Mark’s life from him and gratitude that he had finally confessed, even if it had been a year earlier. Zach didn’t know if he could ever understand what had motivated Dani’s dad to keep something this big from him, to force his daughter to struggle as a single mother when she didn’t have to. While Zach couldn’t know exactly how he would have reacted had he known about Dani’s pregnancy, he did know he would have stood by her. Even before Mr. Wendt had announced that the family was moving, Zach had been planning to ask Dani to marry him. But she had only been seventeen at the time and he was waiting until she was older, at least until her birthday. Bu
