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

He looked toward Ben’s truck near the baseboard.

“They’ll adjust to two homes and a different schedule.”

“What schedule?”

He indicated the paper as though it could answer without him having to say it.

I put it in a folder for the lawyer.

I did not let the conversation at the toaster become the approval process for the children’s arrangements.

At a later meeting with counsel, his proposal became clear.

Four Saturdays a month reduced to two.