Ezra
“Joy!” Kristen said sharply, but I laid a hand on her thigh to stop her.
“We shouldn’t scold a child for telling the truth,” I said softly.
“But sometimes children need to know when to keep our personal business personal,” Kristen muttered, “And not burden other people with our problems.”
I glanced at Alex, and he stared back at me knowingly. He was far too keen for a six-year-old, and I knew he had caught me in my own hypocrisy.
I made Alex live with secrets and lies and half truths every day.
But this was different. “What happened?”
Kristen sighed and let her shoulders hunch in defeat. “Kevin petitioned the court for permission to sell the house,” she said staring forelornly at her melting ice cream. “He claimed the house was not our primary residence since he had purchased
