While Decorating a Gingerbread House, My Daughter Said, ‘It’s Pretty, Just Like the Hidden House Daddy Brings Me to Every Weekend’
Something felt turned off. It began as an annoying feeling, a kind that crawls at you when something just doesn’t fit right. Maybe it was the way Mark had acted lately – the silent phone calls, the way he left the room whenever I walked in, the persistent scent of perfume that wasn’t mine. I …