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
“It’s only a seating plan, Claire.”
“Then it should be easy to change.”
She set down the bag.
“I’m trying to prevent embarrassment.”
“I won’t embarrass anyone by sitting beside Noah.”
“This is becoming unnecessarily stubborn.”
I went upstairs and found my place card on a small table beside the chair she had described.
She had put a clean glass there too.