My Husband Left Our Seven Sons for My Sister—Then Our Eldest Sent His Wedding a Box With One Promise at the Bottom

The photocopy lay beside the support worksheet.

Two papers from different periods of Daniel’s life, in the same familiar hand.

PART 3 — Fewer Saturdays

Daniel returned with a draft schedule and a pen.

He set the pages beside the toaster, aligning the edge with the counter.

“I need your signature.”

“I’ll review it with my lawyer.”

“It is temporary.”