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

for a while—leaving together early, vague excuses, client meetings that didn’t exist. “I saw them getting into Phoebe’s car once,” she said. “Your son was in the back seat. I assumed you knew.”

“Would you be willing to provide a statement for my lawyer?” I asked.

“That’s why I called,” she said.

Three days later, Lena burst into the guest room. “Have continue reading …