The words came out harder than I intended.
“Yes,” Anna said simply.
“You did.”
I looked back at the letter.
There was still a second page.
*I am writing this now because I think you deserve to know the truth, even if it comes too late to change anything.
I don’t know if you ever married.
I hope you found someone who made you happy.
I hope you built a good life.*
*But there is one more thing I have to tell you.
Something I kept from James as well.
Something that has weighed on me far longer than the lie at the door.*
*When you came to find him that day, you were not alone in your reasons.*
*You were pregnant.*
