“He told Aunt Lauren she was doing the right thing.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Bennett,” I said, pulling him in against my side.

Bennett looked up at the clock on the wall over the refrigerator.

“Do we have to move out of our house, Mom?” Bennett asked.

I held his head against my shoulder so he wouldn’t see my face.

“No,” I said.

“We’re staying right here.”

I folded the crayon drawing into four squares and tucked it into the side pocket of my purse.