“Actually good.”
He smiled.
“I’m glad.”
Then I remembered something.
“The nurse.”
“What nurse?”
“The one who told me you’d been visiting every day.”
His mouth twitched.
“Oh.”
“She accidentally gave you away.”
“She did.”
“She said I was lucky to have you.”
David dried a plate.
“You are.”
I looked at him.
“Very modest.”
“So am I,” he added.
I smiled.
Then I became serious.
“You know, sitting through all of Emily’s ultrasounds without telling me was a very strange thing to do.”
“Yes.”
“It was also incredibly kind.”
He continued drying the plate.
“I didn’t want her to be alone.”
“I know.”
I handed him another dish.
