She explained that her son had been mentioning “a friendly man” for weeks—someone who supposedly visited him while she was busy around the house.
She had assumed it was imaginary play, the kind children often create when they crave attention or invent stories to entertain themselves.
But now, hearing him confidently identify my husband—a man he had only ever met briefly at a neighborhood barbecue—left her questioning everything.
I reassured her that my husband had been with me and our daughter every moment of our vacation and that nothing about her son’s story made logical sense. Still, logic couldn’t erase the heaviness we both felt.
The next day, the mystery took a gentler turn. Nancy called again, this time sounding relieved. She had shown her son a photo of one of their new neighbors, a man who had recently delivered a package to their house. Immediately, her son said, “That’s him!
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