My Fiancé Said My Five-Year-Old Brothers Could Stay—Then a January 29 Email Revealed What He Had Asked the Wedding Venue
The next morning, the Buick made its familiar hard sound when I turned the key.
Caleb climbed into the back with his backpack.
Dylan held his red folder against his chest.
At the school entrance, Caleb stopped.
“Are we coming home?”
“Yes.”
“To the same house?”
“Yes.”