« I think I donated it by mistake. »
We hadn’t donated anything in months.
That was the first time in thirty-one years I knew my husband was lying to me.
Three nights later, I woke at 2:04 a.m.
Then Greg’s voice drifted up the stairs.
Soft. Tender.
« It’s okay, sweetheart. »
Then:
« Daddy loves you too. »
I sat straight up.