After 31 Years of Marriage, My Husband Started Leaving Our Bed at Night ‘Because of His Back’ – Then I Heard Him Whisper, ‘Daddy Loves You Too’
Greg blinked.
“A kitten.”
“I can SEE that it’s a kitten!”
The tiny animal let out a squeak.
Greg immediately looked down.
“It’s okay, Susan.”
I stared at him.
“Susan?”
“My mother’s name.”
“You named a kitten after your dead mother?”
For one ridiculous moment, that somehow seemed like the strangest part of the situation.
Then I looked down at the hole beside him.
My stomach tightened again.
“Greg… why are you burying a kitten?”
His eyes widened.
“What? No! I’m not burying anything.”
He dropped the shovel.
“Listen.”
I frowned.
At first, I heard nothing.
