"Is this his house?" My son gazed through the window from his position in his specially custom-made car seat that had his name on it.I initially had him in the backseat but he'd insisted on the passenger seat. His nose was almost kissing the tinted window which he could see through but not that clear. Just about enough to have his curiosity piqued more.

"Yes, baby." I drove into the compound and headed straight for Jared's garage. "Mommy used to live here."

It was the following morning, I'd ...