When We Were Opening Christmas Gifts, My 5-Year-Old Shouted, “Yes! The Other Mom Kept Her Promise!”

slowly toward my husband.

Mike wasn’t smiling.

The color drained from his face so quickly it startled me. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Who is the other mom, sweetheart?” I asked Simon gently.

He hesitated, suddenly sensing the shift in the room. “Dad knows her,” he said. “She comes sometimes. She told me not to worry.”

Not to worry.

Those words echoed in my continue reading …