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 didn’t like when I thought you weren’t coming.”
“I know.”
“Next time don’t do that part.”
Ethan came farther into the room.
“We shouldn’t have made you worry about that,” he said.
Noah pulled the blanket up.
“Okay.”
It was not forgiveness in the adult sense.