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

just as I expected. The curtains were open, but there was no sign of movement inside.

I quietly rolled my suitcase up the walkway, intending to unlock the door, slip into the living room unnoticed, and call Bennett’s name.

I never got the chance.

The front door swung open before I could reach my keys.

Bennett threw both of his arms tightly around my waist.continue reading …