My Husband Left Our Seven Sons for My Sister—Then Our Eldest Sent His Wedding a Box With One Promise at the Bottom
“No,” I said.
Daniel looked toward the stairs.
“Come here, boys.”
Feet moved overhead.
Elliot came first, and the others crowded behind him in pajamas and school clothes.
Ben carried his blue toy truck under one arm.
“I am moving out,” Daniel told them.
“Today?” Ben asked.