Sarah took a deep breath, attempting to steady the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. Anger, disbelief, and a pang of sorrow clashed within her as she looked at John’s firm yet unfamiliar expression. This wasn’t the man she thought she knew; this wasn’t the man who had held her hand through the trials of parenthood, who had laughed with her and at her jokes, who had been her partner in every sense of the word.
“What on earth are you talking about, John? This is coming out of nowhere. We’ve been happy, haven’t we? Why are you suddenly questioning our family?” Sarah asked, her voice quivering slightly despite her efforts to remain composed.
John shifted uncomfortably, crossing his arms defensively. “It’s just… it’s something that’s been bothering me for a while. Tim doesn’t look like me, Sarah. People have commented on it, and I’ve brushed it off for so long, but it’s eating at me.”
