At my wife’s birthday party, my son suddenly pointed at her boss and shouted, “Daddy, that’s the man with the caterpillars.”

dropped a fresh batch with a sound that made everyone flinch.

I stared at Amber, then at Marcus.

One secret visit.

Maybe there was an explanation.

One secret visit.

But a secret visit at night…

A lie to our son…

And a request not to wake me?

Those weren’t random details anymore.

They were pieces of the same story.

I just wasn’t ready to admit what story they continue reading …