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

She folded the dishcloth into a square.

“That sounds expensive.”

“It may be.”

She looked at the table again.

“I suppose there are costs to pretending.”

I did not correct her.

I also did not reassure her that there would be no consequences because she had finally said the right sentence.

Later, Howard returned to go over next steps before my departure.