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
“I believe you.”
He looked relieved, then uncertain when I did not move closer.
“I just don’t know what you want me to do with that,” I added.
“I want a chance.”
“I’m going to speak to my lawyer.
You should speak to yours.
We need arrangements that don’t depend on me saying it’s all right before I know whether it is.”
“Are you saying it’s over?”