The phone was still warm in Zachary's hand."It's Caden's father," he said again, like saying it twice would make it settle somewhere it could actually be understood.Isla turned the stove off without looking at it. The eggs sat there, forgotten, the pan still hot."Are you sure," she said."He said the name twice. I asked him to."She sat down at the counter. He stayed standing, his hand still curled around the phone like he hadn't decided to let go of it yet. She'd noticed that about him months ago — he stayed standing when something was too big to sit with."Walk me through it," she said. "What does this actually mean.""It means Caden's father has known for eighteen months.""The same eighteen months as you.""The same eighteen months I've been—" He stopped. Started again. "The same eighteen months I've been doing all of this. Fighting it. Falling in love with you. Getting engaged. Caden's father has been sitting on the exact same diagnosis the entire time.""And Caden doesn't kno
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