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

and slid it onto his messy hair instead.

“You wear it first, buddy.”

He giggled and ran off toward the kitchen, where Amber was arranging cupcakes on a silver tray.

She caught my eye and smiled.

I winked back, my chest warm.

I had no warning then that the night would end in disaster.

She caught my eye and smiled.

My mother arrived first, balancing a casserole continue reading …