My Husband Texted “Stay Upstairs” Before Our Son’s Birthday—Then an Officer at the Door and a Blue Folder Changed What He Thought He Knew
A wrapped present that Noah had not yet opened sat on the dresser.
“Is Howard leaving?” he asked.
“For a while.
He’ll speak to me again before I go.”
Ethan nodded.
“Claire, I need to explain something.”
I stood near the doorway.
“You can explain.”