He announced it right there at the dinner table, in front of his entire family, certain I couldn’t follow a word of it. They laughed while I quietly served the meal. Then his mother smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry. We’ll make her raise this baby.”
For years, Felix and his family had spoken German whenever they wanted to say something they didn’t want me to understand. Sometimes it was a joke about my clothes. Sometimes a complaint about my cooking. Sometimes his sister, Sabine, would look directly at me while she said something that made the whole table laugh at once.
Whenever I asked what was so funny, Felix would just kiss my cheek. “Nothing important, Nora.”
He had absolutely no idea I’d been quietly learning German for almost two years by then.
I’d started with free videos after work. Then I signed up for an evening class at the community center. I practiced with headphones on while Felix slept beside me, completely certain that his wife was too slow to ever pick up his language. At first, I only wanted to understand his family a little better. Then, somewhere along the way, I began understanding far more than I ever wanted to.
That Sunday evening, we were all sitting around his parents’ dining table when Felix raised his wineglass and announced, casually, that Elise was expecting his child.
Elise was the woman he’d dated before me.
He said her name lightly, like he was simply passing along news about an old friend.
His father set down his knife mid-cut. Sabine’s eyes went wide. His mother, Ingrid, asked how far along she was.
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