“Okay,” he breathed. “Okay. It’s complicated. But listen to me, honey, listen. This can still work for us.”
My throat closed. “Excuse me?”
He stepped closer, dropping his voice, and said something that stunned me.
“This can still work for us.”
“We wanted a baby for eleven years. We did every test, every treatment. And now there’s a baby right here. Our baby. My blood, and yours if you want him.”
“He’s not mine, Ben.”
“He could be. She’s young. She has no money. We give her some cash, she signs a paper, she disappears. Nobody in the neighborhood ever has to know. You get to be a mother.”
I looked at Maya.
“Yours if you want him.”
She was crying without sound.
“Is that what he offered you?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “He told me he was single, Sarah. For eight months. He said he lived alone. I found out about you when I saw your name on a piece of mail in his glove box.”
“Don’t listen to her,” Ben cut in. “She’s unstable. She’s trying to blow up our marriage.”
“I read your blog,” Maya whispered to me. “The one about wanting to be a mom. When I found out I was pregnant, I knew I had to bring the baby here, to you. It’s her only chance at a good life.”
“Don’t listen to her,”
The floor felt like it was tilting.
“You came here for me.”
“I came here for her. For Hope.”
Ben’s face changed then.
All the softness drained out of it, and something colder settled where it had been.
I had lived with this man for ten years and had never seen this particular face before.
“You came here for me.”
“Sarah, don’t be stupid,” he said. “You want the baby. She wants out. I’m the only one here offering a solution that works for everyone.”
“You mean a solution that works for you.”
“I mean a solution where our life doesn’t burn to the ground tonight.”
I picked up the baby.
Then I looked back at my husband.
I picked up the baby.
“You found your mistress and your baby outside our house and hid them in your truck, Ben. During our cookout. While I served potato salad to our neighbors.”
“I panicked. She showed up out of nowhere.”
“She showed up because you lied to her.”
“Sarah, I swear to God, if you throw this away over some girl who followed me home—”
“Some girl?” Maya lifted her chin. “Say my name, Ben. In front of your wife. Say it.”
“You lied to her.”
“Would you quit acting like you’re special?” Ben snapped.
Maya flinched.
“All I wanted from you was the baby. I picked you because I knew you’d never be able to raise a child. Now I’ve got what I needed, and you need to go away.”
Silence followed his words.
I finally understood exactly what kind of man I had spent a decade defending.
And I knew exactly what I had to do next.
I knew exactly what I had to do next.
