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

“Maybe later.”

“That works.”

Brenda and I exchanged occasional practical messages about upcoming appointments and forms.

One evening she sent a picture of Sienna’s paper-crown birthday party.

I asked whether she minded if I showed Liam the photo.

She said she didn’t.