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

you.

He heard himself say it. His expression crumbled.

“Get out,” I said.

“We can fix this,” he said, reaching for my arm.

I stepped back.

“Get out. You brought our son into your lie.”

“It wasn’t like that—”

“Then what was it like?” I demanded. “You taught him to keep secrets from me. You let another woman play house with my child. You came home smelling continue reading …