I set the photograph down and looked around the quiet house.
For years, I’d believed that becoming a mother was the missing piece of my happiness.
Now I understood that before making any decisions about motherhood or marriage, I needed to know whether I could trust the person standing beside me.
And Tony had a responsibility that could no longer be postponed.
The man who spent eight years telling me he wasn’t ready to become a father had already been one for four. Now he would have to decide whether he was finally ready to act like it.