Talking to the kids
I realized I needed to talk to my kids about their mother’s sudden interest in coming back. I glanced at the letters sprawled across the table, debating the best approach.
Should I tell them everything or filter out some details? Pacing to the kitchen, I caught my eldest’s eye, who seemed to sense something was amiss.
“We need to chat,” I said, trying to muster the strength for what lay ahead.
