After I Broke My Leg, My Husband Refused to Drive Our Kids to School Because He ‘Couldn’t Be Late for Work’ – Then I Caught Him Picking up His Young, Pretty Coworker, so I Taught Him a Lesson

DAD.

Harold was drawn inside a blue car.

Beside him sat a stick figure with long black hair.

Sasha had written:

Takes Miss Adele to work because her car is broken.

Below it, in Nicki’s unmistakable block letters:

OUR SCHOOL IS TOO FAR.

Apparently, the kids had heard everything.

I looked at the poster.

Then toward the hallway.

Harold was humming while tying his shoes.

I didn’t add a word.

Didn’t cross anything out.

Didn’t explain.

When the girls went upstairs to brush their teeth, I folded the poster twice with the drawings tucked inside and placed it on the passenger seat of Harold’s car.

An hour later, my phone rang.

I answered.

“Scarlett, what have you done?” Harold shouted. “Adele saw it!”

I moved the phone slightly away from my ear.