“I spoke with my parents,” he said.
Richard, who had been reading hospital discharge papers, looked up.
Daniel kept his attention on me. “They’re postponing any wedding discussions.”
I did not know what to say.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
He shook his head. “Don’t be. It wasn’t because of you. It was because last night showed me how many things I didn’t know.”
“And Whitney?”
His mouth tightened.
“She says this is a misunderstanding.”
“Is that what you believe?”
He looked toward Noah.
“I believe people can be scared and still make choices that hurt others,” he said. “But I also believe hiding a baby from the person you’re planning to marry is not a small misunderstanding.”
There was sadness in his voice, not anger. It made him seem older.
He reached into his coat and pulled out another item. This time it was a small square envelope, pale pink, with my name printed on it in Whitney’s looping handwriting.
