AFTER 31 YEARS OF MARRIAGE, MY HUSBAND STARTED SLIPPING OUT OF BED AT 2 A.M. — THEN I HEARD HIM WHISPER “DADDY LOVES YOU TOO,” THOUGH OUR CHILDREN HAD MOVED OUT YEARS AGO.

Michael was thirty and living overseas. Emma was twenty-eight and lived three states away.

Neither had children.

So who was Greg talking to downstairs?

I slipped out of bed.

I heard the deadbolt turn. Click. The back door opened, then closed.

I ran down barefoot.

The guest-room door was wide open. The rocking chair we’d used for both our babies was moving gently back and forth.

Then the porch light came on.

I pulled back the kitchen curtain… and went pale.

Greg was kneeling in the backyard in his pajamas.