Greg finally spoke. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“You always had a choice. You just didn’t like the ones that required honesty.”
“You borrowed Mike’s… genes without asking me?”
***
I drove to Mike and Lindsay’s the next morning. Lindsay answered the door in gray leggings, coffee in hand.
“Sue? You look like you haven’t slept. What’s going on?”
“I need to talk to Mike. Now.”
Something in my face must have told her this wasn’t casual. She stepped aside.
Mike came down the hallway. He stopped when he saw me.
“You knew? All this time?! You knew the truth about my daughter?”
“You look like you haven’t slept. What’s going on?”
He ran a hand over his face. “Sue…”
“Answer me.”
“I knew.”
Lindsay’s head snapped toward him. “You knew what?“
Mike looked at me, not her. “Greg was falling apart. He felt useless. He said you wanted a baby more than anything, and he couldn’t give you one. He asked for help.”
“You knew what?“
“Help? You call this… help?”
