But not entirely.

He’d begun hearing conflicting promises from the adults around him.

That was its own kind of insecurity.

Oliver was telling him about lakes and trucks and exciting schools.

I was constantly correcting those promises.

Eventually a child begins wondering which adult can be trusted.

I didn’t want Harry placed in that position.

“Has Oliver said anything else about moving?” I asked.

Harry hesitated.

“He said the new house would have a deck.”