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

Lauren’s car was still parked outside.

My heartbeat quickened.

When I walked back into the hallway, Bennett was standing exactly where I had left him.

“Bennett,” I asked softly, “where’s Aunt Lauren?”

He kept staring at the floor.

“I… I don’t know.”

That couldn’t be right.

Lauren would never leave him by himself.

I knelt in front of him and gently placed my continue reading …