“Did he leave?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Clara stood.
“I don’t want to talk about him.”
“All right.”
“He was not nice.”
Her hand moved protectively over her belly.
“He said bad things about the baby.”
“What things?”
“He said she might be like me.”
The room seemed to shrink.
“And he didn’t want that?”
Clara shook her head.
“He said he wanted a normal baby.”
Anger moved through me.
“Clara, I’m sorry.”
“He took money too.”
“What money?”
She looked embarrassed.
“My dad left money for me. A person helps me with the bank now.”
“Did the baby’s father take it?”
“Some of it.”
“How much?”
“I don’t know the exact number. A lot.”
“Did you report him?”
“Ethan helped.”
That was the first moment I understood how deeply my brother had already entered her life.
But I still did not know why.
The wedding was set for six weeks later.
My father called it reckless.
My mother asked Ethan to wait until after the baby was born.
Ethan refused.
“Clara wants to be married before the birth,” he said.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“The same.”
My father pointed at him.
“You are not answering the real question.”
“What real question?”
“Why her?”
The words landed badly.
Ethan’s expression changed.
My mother whispered, “Martin.”
But my father continued.
“You could marry anyone.”
“So could Clara.”
My father looked ashamed for a moment, but not enough to stop.
“This is not a normal situation.”
“No,” Ethan said. “It isn’t.”
“Then explain it.”
“I don’t owe you an explanation about why another person is worthy of love.”
“That isn’t what I said.”
“It is what you meant.”
My father looked toward the floor.
My mother held the wedding invitation in both hands.
Clara had made it herself. Small white clay flowers were attached to the front.
“It’s beautiful,” my mother said.
Ethan looked at her.
“She worked on them for two months.”
My mother touched one flower.
“I don’t dislike Clara.”
“No,” Ethan said. “You just don’t believe I could truly want her.”
