Something about the way he said it made me stop asking questions.
My husband, Mark, would be home soon.
I’d always liked knowing exactly where my family stood. Growing up, there were no mysterious relatives or family secrets.
At least, that was what I’d believed.
Made me stop asking questions.
When Mark arrived, I pulled him into the kitchen.
“You won’t believe what happened.”
“We’ll sort this out.”
We entered the living room. Noah looked up from the little toy tracks on the carpet.
Mark stopped abruptly.
You won’t believe what happened.
He gripped the doorframe, staring at the boy. “No. That’s impossible.”
“What?”
Mark didn’t answer.
“Mark?”
He blinked and finally looked at me. “Nothing.”
No. That’s impossible.
“That wasn’t nothing.”
Emma looked between us. “Dad?”
Mark forced a smile. “Hey, Em. Why don’t you show Noah your science project?”
