Part of me even loved him for what he had tried to do.

But another part of me had spent several nights believing my marriage was collapsing.

I turned toward him.

“So you thought keeping me completely ignorant was a good idea?”

“Amelia asked—”

“I understand why she did.”

I looked toward Amelia.

“You were afraid. You needed time.”

Then I faced Robert again.

“But you knew me.”

“You knew what losing her did to me.”

“You were there during some of those years.”

“You watched me wonder whether I had failed my sister somehow.”

Robert’s expression tightened.

“I know.”

“I spent years believing maybe I had scared her father away.”

“That maybe Amelia grew up thinking I simply abandoned her.”

“And for six weeks you had the answer.”

My voice broke.

“And instead of telling me, you hid it inside garbage bags.”

“I wanted Saturday to be perfect,” Robert said quietly.