Within twenty minutes, Aaron was parked down the street. He texted me as Logan pulled into the driveway with a bag of groceries, oblivious to being watched. I sat on the edge of my hotel bed, thousands of miles away, gripping my phone until my knuckles turned white. When Aaron finally called, his voice was tight with an anger I had never heard from him before.
“She’s not a sitter, Jen,” he whispered. “They’re in the driveway, arguing. He told her she was never supposed to go into the nursery. He’s panicked. But she isn’t. She told him Ben was crying and she couldn’t just ignore him. And then she said something else, Jen. Something that’s going to make you want to burn the house down.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “What did she say, Aaron?” Continue reading…
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