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.

“Some people make serious changes.

But that doesn’t mean we have to wait near them while they try.”

“Do you think Dad will?”

“I don’t know.”

She looked at the books.

“I hope he stops lying.”

“So do I.”

I did not add that stopping was the smallest part of what he owed us.