Lila glanced at me. “Mom, don’t start.”
“I’m not starting. I’m asking.”
“Where did you grow up?
“That’s how you start the interrogations.”
Julian gave a careful smile. “It’s okay. My dad grew up near here.”
My chest tightened. “Near where?”
“A small town about forty-five minutes away.”
Leo’s town. It had to be.
“My dad grew up near here.”
***
Leo was my first love. He wasn’t Lila’s father. That was Matthew, my husband, who came years later and gave me my daughter before cancer took him when Lila was four.
I loved Matthew. Truly.
Leo was the unanswered question I carried quietly, the boy who vanished before life taught me how to survive losing people properly.
***
Julian watched me too closely.
He knew something.
Lila reached for his hand. “Tell her about the lake proposal.”
