2 / My Husband Was Late from Work Again, So I Went to My Mom’s House—What I Heard Coming from Her Bedroom Left Me Frozen
Then I heard voices—soft, hushed, coming from the bedroom. One was unmistakably Dan’s; the other was my mom’s. I hesitated but couldn’t resist pressing my ear to the door. Fragments of conversation floated out.“Do you think she’ll like it?” Dan asked nervously. “She’ll love it,” my mom assured him warmly. Confused and heart pounding, I…