My Son-in-Law Saw Who I Copied on the Email

down over one ear.

“Mom,” she said.

“Yes?”

“I want to go home.”

I thought she meant my house.

She didn’t.

By late afternoon, the locks on the Voss house had been changed. Caleb’s robe was gone from the bedroom floor. His watches were inventoried. His framed photo with Richard had been turned face down on the dresser.

Mia stood in the nursery, looking at the continue reading …