JANICE'S POV
Jack called him Dad.
The word keeps replaying inside my head while morning sunlight spills through the hospital windows, and for the first time in five years I don't push it away because hearing it felt right.
I stand outside Jack's room holding a cup of terrible hospital coffee while nurses move through the corridor around me, and every few seconds I catch myself looking through the glass window.
Eden is inside.
Jack is talking.
Neither has noticed me yet.
My chest tightens because for years I imagined this moment.
Now it's real and that's somehow more terrifying.
The secret is gone, finally gone.
I spent so long preparing for the truth to come out that I never prepared for what comes after, and now I feel strangely exposed, like somebody peeled away a layer I've be
