When my son stumbled upon a “secret” drawer, I never imagined the truths it held would shatter my world. As I unearthed my husband’s hidden betrayal, I devised a plan to expose the truth at a family dinner, setting the stage for a confrontation that would change everything.
I was folding Liam’s laundry when I heard him in the next room, struggling with something. “Mommy, help!” he called. I walked in to find him fiddling with the drawer in James’ desk.
“What are you up to, buddy?” I asked, kneeling beside him.
“Locking it like Daddy does,” he replied. He held up a few pieces of paper covered in his childish scrawls. “See, Mommy? These are my letters. I saw Daddy put his letters in here, so I wanted to do it too.”
Curiosity got the better of me. With the dexterity only a child can manage, Liam wiggled the drawer open — James must have forgotten to lock it the last time. Inside were several neatly folded letters. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized my mother’s handwriting on the envelopes.
“Go play outside, Liam,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
