Chapter 7
The principal told me Jay had never gone beyond the front office.
Owen had not seen him. The staff had checked the pickup list, refused the gift, and called both Laura and me. Jay left when they asked him to.
I thanked her for protecting Owen.
Then I called Laura.
“I’m on my way to the school,” she said.
“I’ll meet you there.”
We arrived within minutes of each other. Owen came out of his classroom holding a picture of a red bicycle. He looked at us both and grinned.
“Are we going to the park?”
“Maybe after we eat,” Laura said.
He had no idea Jay had been there. I was grateful the school had kept it that way.
We took Owen to Sam’s, then spoke in the driveway.
“He keeps calling it a gift,” Laura said. “I’m going to tell him one final time to stop.”
“He has heard us already.”
“Then I’ll speak to an attorney about what we can do.”
I had planned to say the same thing. It was a relief to hear her suggest it.
We met with a family attorney the next day. She helped us put our concerns in writing and explained how to document any further contact. She also helped us make a clear temporary parenting plan while we lived apart.
I had been afraid an attorney would turn every conversation with Laura into a fight. Instead, writing down pickup times and decisions about Owen made the week calmer.
Jay did not visit the school again. His sister collected the gift from the hospital, and he stopped messaging us.
I still checked the school door each morning for a while. Owen began to notice.
“Are you looking for somebody?” he asked.
“I’m making sure you get inside safely.”
He held up his backpack. “I know where my class is.”
“You do.”
He walked in and turned to wave. I waved until he was out of sight.
At our next appointment, Dr. Morgan asked Owen to draw where he spent his week. He drew our house, Sam’s house, and a road between them. He put his red bicycle at our house and a toy dinosaur at Sam’s.
“Where do you feel comfortable?” she asked.
“At both,” he said.
I saw Laura’s shoulders ease.
Then Owen added, “But I want my own bed on Dad’s days.”
I looked at him. “Would you like me to stay at our house while Mom stays somewhere else sometimes?”
He nodded.
Laura and I spoke about it afterward. I had kept staying at Sam’s because I hadn’t known what else was possible. Laura offered to stay with her sister on some of my nights so Owen could sleep in his own room.
“I can do that,” she said. “He shouldn’t have to carry a suitcase because of us.”
The first evening I slept at home without Laura, Owen lined up three stuffed animals beside my pillow.
“So you won’t get lonely,” he explained.
I tried to laugh. Then he saw my eyes and climbed onto the bed.
“Are you sad about Mom?”
“Yes, a little.”
“I’m sad sometimes too.”
“I know.”
“Can we still have breakfast together when you’re sad?”
“Every time.”
He slept in his own room. In the morning, we made eggs and burned the toast. He called Laura to tell her about it before school.
Our marriage remained uncertain. We attended two counseling sessions together. We listened more carefully than we had in years.
Laura answered my questions about the affair without blaming my shifts or Owen or Jay. I told her when an answer brought up another question. Sometimes we left the office exhausted and said nothing until the next day.
One afternoon, she asked if I could imagine coming home to her again.
“I can imagine it,” I said. “I don’t know if I can trust it.”
She nodded, though it hurt her.
“I won’t ask you to pretend.”
Her honesty made the decision harder. I still loved her. I also knew love had not stopped her from lying when she was afraid of losing me.
At home, I found Owen trying to remove one training wheel with a toy screwdriver.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m ready.”
“You might be. I need to use a real tool, though.”
He handed me the toy screwdriver and watched as I loosened both wheels. We took the bicycle to the driveway. Laura was coming to pick him up in an hour, and he wanted to show her.
I held the back of the seat. Owen pedaled three feet, then put both feet down.
“That was too short,” he said.
“Then we’ll try again.”
On the fifth try, he went all the way to Mrs. Ellis’s mailbox. I ran after him, ready to catch him, but he stopped by himself.
Laura pulled into the driveway as he turned around.
“Mom! Watch!”
He rode toward us, wobbly and beaming. Laura clapped. I ran beside him.
For that moment, the three of us were looking at the same small, wonderful thing.
After Owen went inside for water, Laura stood next to me.
“Thank you for teaching him.”
“He wanted both of us to see.”
“I know.”
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I looked through the window at our son, who was holding up his hands to show Mrs. Ellis how he had steered.
Whatever happened to our marriage, I wanted us to keep showing up for him like that.
