I was stunned. We'd been dating, official, over three weeks now and this was the first she'd ever mentioned having a kid. She apologized and rambled. It had been a bad split from her ex. She wanted to tell me but couldn't find the right time. I asked her how she'd managed to go on our dates. Sometimes they were spur of the moment runs to the pizza shop she liked. Turns out her babysitter lived in the apartment next door but she was gone on some school trip this week. Why not take the baby with her? Her parents didn't know. They hadn't wanted her to get married in the first place. I got the feeling there was a lot more there but I couldn't stand to hear the pain in her voice anymore.
