“I wanted to tell you the truth.
“You knew who I was?” I asked.
“Not at first.”
“When did you know?”
Julian swallowed. “Three months ago.”
Lila went pale. “Three months?”
“I saw your prom photo,” Julian said.
Lila blinked. “What prom photo?”
“You knew who I was?
“The one in your scrapbook,” he said. “The night you were showing me pictures for our engagement slideshow. You had one page with your baby photos, your dad, your mom, and that old prom picture tucked in the back.”
Julian looked at me. “I recognized my father.”
“Your father?” I whispered.
He swallowed. “Leo was my dad.”
Everything went silent.
Lila gripped the chair. “No. Wait. Mom, that’s not… I’m not…”
