The message had been sent by my husband.
To Marina.
Just five days before his birthday.
I raised my head.
«Who is Matthew?»
Andrew opened his mouth but couldn’t produce a single word.
«He’s our son,» Marina answered.
For a moment, it felt as though the floor had shifted beneath my feet.
I knew Marina had given birth to her second child a few months earlier. Andrew had told me she was seeing another man who had nothing to do with their previous family.
We had even chosen a present for the newborn. I had personally bought a baby blanket and asked my husband to give it to her.
Suddenly, I remembered the strange expression on his face when I handed him that gift.
«How old is he?» I asked.
