discussing encounter
Over dinner, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. ‘Michael, I went to your house to see the kids,’ I said, my voice steady but firm.
He looked up, surprised. ‘And?’ he asked, although I sensed he already knew where this was going. ‘They ran inside the moment they saw me.
Linda was…less than welcoming.’ I watched his reaction closely, hoping it would shed some light on the situation.