After Danny pulled me upstairs, he became unusually quiet, as if his laughter from earlier had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion. Unease settled over me, accompanied by a deep sense of guilt.

Lunch had been a disaster. I could handle Zachary, but Tyler couldn’t control Rachel.

Back when I was still angry, I thought divorce wouldn’t affect the kids too much. After all, we were just separating, not disappearing from each other’s lives. The love was ...