My 5-Year-Old Pointed at a Woman at the Supermarket and Said, ‘That’s the Lady Who Comes to Our House When You’re at Work’

I lowered myself to the floor and finally cried the way I had refused to cry for three months.

Mark knelt beside me.

“I didn’t know how to reach you,” he said. “You went so quiet.”

“I know,” I whispered. “I went quiet from myself too.”

Leo climbed onto the bed and dipped his brush into a small jar of silver paint.

“Mommy,” he said. “Come finish the last one with me.”