Chapter 91

• “Mommy, I didn’t say that for Grandma’s sake,” Caleb blurted out, panic rising in his voice.
• If he had yelled, or even thrown a tantrum like before, I might’ve known how to respond. But this version of him—pleading, reaching, desperate—just stood there, staring up at me with trembling lips and watery eyes.
• If I’d shouted back, if I’d scolded him like I used to when he pushed his limits, maybe he wouldn’t have looked so terrified. Maybe he’d have felt like things were still normal between us.