Chapter 155

Jealousy didn’t announce itself.

It crept in quietly.

In a slammed crayon box.

In a louder-than-necessary “It’s mine!”

In the way the younger one suddenly wanted everything the older one touched.

It started on a Sunday afternoon.

Rain tapped steadily against the windows, trapping everyone inside.

Daniel was building a block tower with the younger one on the living room rug. The older child sat at the table, carefully drawing a picture for school.

“I need the ...