“What was the plan?” Isaak asks, picking up the thread of the conversation where we left off. “Afteryou got married.”
I stall for time by taking another sip of my hot chocolate. “The plan was to move back to the UnitedStates.”
“Of course he’d have wanted that.”
“It wasn’t his suggestion,” I reply. “It was mine. I was determined to go back home.”
“To reunite with your beloved sister and nephews?” he asks.
Goosebumps pepper my skin. Here it is—the moment I was dreading.
I know that to avoid mentioning Jo now would make things obvious later if and when she does cometo light. There’s no way I trust the man enough to share Jo’s existence with him. God only knows whatIsaak would do with that information.
But maybe I can protect her by telling him about her now. I can hide her in plain sig
