I pulled up a photo of my husband alone and showed it to him—despite her protests.
He looked straight at it and said, “That’s him. He told me not to tell.”
Nancy and I exchanged glances, both trying to smile though our confusion lingered.
I reminded myself that children often mix up faces, especially when they’re excited or overwhelmed by a day full of rides, noise, and sugar.
See continuation on next pageStill, there was something in her son’s tone—an earnestness too steady for simple mistaken identity.
Nancy brushed it off with a gentle pat on her son’s head and changed the subject to school events, but I could tell she was unsettled too. The conversation grew slower,
more thoughtful, as though each of us was quietly sorting through explanations we weren’t quite ready to speak aloud.
Later that evening, after we had gone our separate ways, Nancy called. Her voice wavered between concern and disbelief.
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