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
Whatever happened between Ethan and me, there was no reason to take away the small happiness of waking up seven.
At breakfast, Noah asked how many people were coming.
Ethan began counting names on his fingers.
Some were people Noah recognized.
Others made him frown.
“Are they bringing children?”
“Some of them.”
“Who’s bringing the most?”