I have never felt anything like the cold that spread across the back of my neck in that moment.
Sammy kept talking, cheerfully, entirely unaware that he had just detonated something enormous in the middle of the grocery store, and I stood frozen with a carton of milk sweating in my hand, staring at the back of a young woman I had never seen before in my life.
The thoughts came all at once, and they came in the worst possible order. A woman comes to the house when I’m at work.
A young woman.
My son knows her.
How long.