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
“Did you have a good birthday?” I asked.
He considered the question seriously.
“Yes.
The candle wouldn’t go out.”
“You got it.”
“On the second try.”
“That still counts.”
He smiled, then glanced at the door where Ethan stood.