The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.

“Laura… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.

I just wanted to know if Mark called you.”

A long pause.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Not yet.”

Her breathing shifted.

“Laura… take Lily and don’t complicate things.”