My Husband Locked Our Phones in His Toolbox Before Friday Dinner—Then My Son Collapsed After Three Bites

I was not going to spend the next decade rehearsing what I would do when Daniel became eligible to ask for anything.

My life would not remain organized around his calendar.

PART 52 — NOAH AT SEVENTEEN

A year after the dinner, Noah turned seventeen.

Leah asked what he wanted.

“Nothing big.”

Cake?

“Yes.

Store-bought?”

He thought.