Julian swallowed. “Three months ago.”
Lila went pale. “Three months?”
“I saw your prom photo,” Julian said.
Lila blinked. “What prom photo?”
“You knew who I was?
“The one in your scrapbook,” he said. “The night you were showing me pictures for our engagement slideshow. You had one page with your baby photos, your dad, your mom, and that old prom picture tucked in the back.”
Julian looked at me. “I recognized my father.”
“Your father?” I whispered.
He swallowed. “Leo was my dad.”
Everything went silent.
Lila gripped the chair. “No. Wait. Mom, that’s not… I’m not…”
“Leo was my dad.
“No,” I said quickly, taking her hands. “No, sweetheart. Don’t let your mind go there. Leo was someone I loved long before you were even thought of.”
“My mother married him in 1990,” Julian said.
“Then why didn’t you tell us?” Lila asked.
His jaw tightened. “Because I was scared.”
“Of losing me?”
