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 can see that.”
“He wants you there.”
“Then he should have me there.”
Ethan lowered his voice.
“Please do not make this difficult.”
I put the crown back on the chair.
“I am not the one making the request.”
Noah shifted beneath his blanket.