My Son Walked Home Alone for the First Time. Twenty Minutes Later, Our Neighbor Called Crying—and a Watch Exposed Five Years of Lies

Brenda set her own folder next to mine.

“And I am proceeding with our separation and support arrangements for Sienna.”

Garrett stared at the papers.

“You’re both doing this together?”

“We’re both parenting children who need stability,” Brenda answered.

“That doesn’t require us to hate each other.”