The School Bus Driver Told Me to Check My Son’s Bag—Inside Was a $48,000 Receipt and the First Clue to My Husband’s Ohio Plan
I stayed awake counting dates rather than sheep.
At breakfast on Friday, Ethan looked toward the doorway before asking whether Dad would drive him.
“The bus is coming,” I said.
“Can we go to Ohio soon, Mom?”
My hand stopped on the butter tub.
“Why Ohio?”
“Dad said the trees are bigger.”
Ronald appeared in the doorway.