I thought my five-year-old daughter’s family drawing was just another colorful masterpiece for the fridge—until I noticed the extra child she sketched holding her hand. When I asked who he was, Anna whispered, “That’s my brother. Daddy said you’re not supposed to know.”
The words shook me to my core.
While she was at school the next day, I searched the house and found hidden receipts, children’s clothes, and a medical bill with a boy’s name I didn’t recognize. When my husband came home, I placed everything on the table and demanded the truth.
