Because innocent people don’t react like that.
Finally, he sat heavily onto the couch.
“We were seeing each other,” he whispered.
Everything inside me shattered all over again.
Five days earlier we buried our daughter together while he stood beside me hiding this secret.
“How long?” I whispered.
“About six months.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“You brought another woman around our child?”
“It wasn’t serious at first,” he rushed out. “Lauren wanted to meet Ava, so I picked her up before daycare. She bought coffee for me and a smoothie for Ava.”
A horrible feeling crawled up my spine.
“What kind of smoothie?”
“Strawberry banana.”
My voice came out hollow.
“What was in it?”
Mark looked down.
“I don’t know. Fruit… yogurt maybe…”
“And dairy.”
Silence.
Ava had a severe dairy allergy.
Life-threatening.
Everyone close to us knew it.
