When dozens of forks vanished from her kitchen, she thought her little son was playing a strange game. She never imagined the real reason would leave her questioning everything she thought she knew. What was her husband hiding?
Alex was halfway through his second bowl of cereal when he announced that dinosaurs would make terrible firefighters because their arms were too short to hold the hose.
“That’s a serious design flaw,” I said.
“Right?”
I laughed and reached over to wipe a streak of syrup off his cheek.
Motherhood, I’d learned, wasn’t made up of grand moments.
It was sticky counters, made-up songs, and conversations about dinosaurs before nine in the morning.
I loved our little routine.
Alex in the mornings, laundry after lunch, and Brandon home late from the construction site with dust in his hair and that tired half-smile.
That was our life.
“Mommy, can I have juice again?” Alex asked.
“You just had juice, buddy.”
“But the cup was small.”
I laughed and poured him another half glass, watching him swing his sneakers under the chair.
No matter how late Brandon got home, the last part of every evening belonged to him and Alex.
Brandon would kneel by the little bed, whispering something, and Alex would giggle like he had swallowed a secret whole.
Sometimes I stood in the hallway with a folded towel in my arms and just listened.
“Are you two plotting against me in there?”
“Never, Cece,” Brandon called back. “We would never.”
“Never, Mommy,” Alex echoed, and they both burst out laughing.
I smiled and walked away.
A pinch of envy sat under my ribs, but it was the good kind. The kind that meant my son had a dad who showed up.
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