At 2 A.M., a Hidden

Confident.

“Ethan sleeps through anything when he works,” she said. “And even if he heard, who do you think he would believe?”

My breath stopped.

On the screen, Ava shifted Noah protectively against her chest.

“I’m just trying to calm him,” Ava said.

“You are trying to make my son think this house is miserable,” my mother snapped. “Every night, crying.continue reading …