I CAME HOME FROM A WORK TRIP, AND MY 7-YEAR-OLD SON SAID, “DON’T GO INTO MY ROOM” — NATURALLY, I LOOKED

and colored half of one wall blue because, in his opinion, every city needed a sky.

“What happened? Did you draw on the walls again?”

He shook his head so hard that tears filled his eyes.

“No.”

The fear in his voice made my smile disappear.

His eyes darted nervously toward the hallway.

“I promised I wouldn’t let anyone in.”

I frowned.

“Promised WHO?”

He didn’t continue reading …