“I thought you’d never forgive me.”
“Forgive you for what? For sleeping with my husband?”
Adam stepped in. “Her husband… he’s been abusive. She needed to get away.”
“Abusive?” I repeated. “I warned you, Lily. I told you he wasn’t good for you. I begged you to leave him. But instead, you decided to leave me.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you,” she screamed. “Because I knew how you’d react! I didn’t want to make you ashamed of me!”
I stood there in silence, trying to process everything. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little boy walking toward us. He was about four years old.
I turned to Adam, confused. “Who’s this?”
“This is the ‘Baby’ you saw in the message,” Adam said. “He’s Lily’s son.”
“You have a child?” I asked, looking at my sister.
Lily nodded. “Yes. I didn’t know how to explain everything. But… I didn’t know where else to go.”
“You should have told me, Lily. We’re sisters. Why didn’t you trust me?”
“I was scared you’d judge me.”
“I’ll help you, Lily,” I said, looking at her and Adam both. “But you both need to promise me, no more secrets. No more hiding things from me. We’re family, and I can’t take any more lies.”
Adam squeezed my hand. “We’re in this together now. All of us.”
I nodded.
“Let’s go,” Adam said softly, his hand still holding mine. “We still have our anniversary to celebrate, don’t we?”
I didn’t answer right away. I looked at Adam, and in his eyes, I saw something I hadn’t seen in a long time — sincerity.
Maybe everything hadn’t been perfect, but I was willing to believe it wasn’t too late. At least, I hoped not.
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