While Cleaning the Car, My 5-Year-Old Asked: ‘Mom, Why Don’t We Use Daddy’s Secret Car?’
“The nice one with curly hair. They were laughing, and she gave Daddy the keys. I saw them when Lila was watching me. You were at Grandma’s.” The sponge slipped from my hand. I forced a chuckle and brushed it off, though my stomach twisted and my hands shook. “That’s funny. I’ll ask Daddy about… CONTINUE READING »