After the feeding, I returned home to the house that Paul and I had made into a home. I had sent BJ and Sam ahead of me, and they were in the family room playing. BJ ran to me and flung herself against my legs as if sensing that things might never be the same again.
I picked her up, held her in my arms, and kissed her all over her face until she begged to be put down. I looked at Sam who seemed happy to be back home but still sad about what I was trying to deal with.
"I'm going to call him," I said.
Sam nodded. "I think it's a good idea." She hadn't asked permission to throw in her two cents and had flat out stated, on a number of occasions, that she was disappointed in Paul and his inability to keep his p***s in his pants. It hadn't helped that I wanted to defend him. I wasn't much dif
