When My Child Mentioned “Aunt Phoebe,” Everything Fell Apart

smooth and controlled, like my hand hadn’t just watched my entire marriage step out from behind a curtain and wave.

I sat across from Noah. “So, did you have fun at Aunt Phoebe’s this week?”

Noah’s eyes lit up. “Yeah! She let me play with Biscuit for a really long time.”

“What does her apartment look like?”

He shrugged. “It’s pretty. She has a big TV and continue reading …