I Went to Apologize to My Ex-Wife on Christmas Eve. Then a Seven-Year-Old Boy Opened a Door I Thought Was Closed Forever
“Is that Patricia?”
“Yes.”
“Does she know Mason is here?”
“She knows enough to understand what I asked.”
Lauren’s expression tightened.
“I don’t want an argument in front of him.”
“Neither do I.
I’ll meet her on the porch.”