My Smart Scale Alerted Me To A Guest In My House While I Was Away

once seen this woman.

“Where are the kids?” I asked.

“At Mom’s,” Jack said, with the ease of someone producing a prepared answer. “They’re more comfortable there. She’s better at the bedtime thing than I am.”

“It’s not babysitting when they’re your own children.”

“You know what I mean.”

Nina had shifted slightly toward the door, or rather toward the possibility continue reading …