Your Husband Kept Urging You to Drink the Coffee — But When His Mother Took Your Cup Instead, the Truth That Collapsed With Her Destroyed Everything

“Chocolate chip or blueberry?” I called out, wrestling with the griddle. I could hear Sarah’s pencil tapping on the table.

She didn’t look up from her notebook. “Chocolate chip, Dad. But only if you do the smiley faces.” She tried to sound stern, but her mouth twitched into a grin.

“Chocolate chip or blueberry?”

“Deal,” I said, pouring batter. “You want a silly face or something respectable for once?”

“Definitely silly. The last one looked like a duck with three eyes.”