Children often notice what adults overlook.
At my father-in-law’s funeral, my four-year-old son, Ben, made an innocent comment that exposed a truth I never saw coming.
While I was away for a few minutes, Ben had crawled under the tables, treating the solemn reception like a playground.
When I found him, he quietly told me he’d seen his dad touch another woman’s leg — a woman I had always trusted.
His words shook me, planting a seed of suspicion I couldn’t ignore.
Arthur and I had built a life that seemed solid. We met through a book club, fell in love quickly, and married surrounded by friends and family.
