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’
Before I reached the bedroom door, I heard another sound.
The downstairs dead bolt turned.
Click.
Then the back door opened.
A few moments later, it quietly closed again.
“Greg?” I called.
Nothing.
I hurried downstairs barefoot.
The guest-room door was open.
Greg wasn’t there.
But the old rocking chair we’d used when Michael and Emma were babies was still moving beside the window.
Back.
Forward.
Back.
A chill ran through me.
Then the porch light came on.
I crossed the kitchen and pulled aside the curtain.
What I saw made me freeze.
Greg was kneeling in the flower bed wearing pajamas.
