“She got pregnant.”
Something inside me went cold.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“He was married to me.”
“I know.”
“Did she know?”
Helen hesitated.
“Eventually. They never legally married, but they spent almost fifty years together. They had children. A home. Everyone in their life knew Margaret as his wife.”
“Except me.”
Helen looked down.
“Except you.”
I stared at her.
“Then why did his friend tell me Danny was dead?”
“Because Danny asked him to.”
I couldn’t speak.
Helen’s voice cracked.
“He didn’t lose you. He left you.”
I stood.
“You