The warmth of the morning sun, streaming through the open front door, seeped into my hands as I tied Chris’s bright red sneakers. His five-year-old excitement was palpable, a stark contrast to the knot of nervous anticipation in my stomach. 

This was our first outing with just the two of us since the press conference. And for some reason, without Madison with us, it felt like the paparazzi might be less discreet this time. What if they overwhelmed Chris? 

At the thought of ...