My hand stopped above the plate.
“What does that mean?”
He looked toward the dining-room door.
“I had cereal this morning.”
“Did you eat lunch?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Aunt Ellie said Connor needed the sandwich because he had soccer.”
I felt something inside me become very still.
“How often has this happened?”
Dustin’s eyes filled with tears.
“Mom, don’t make them mad.”
“I am not angry with you.”
“They said Ethan would send me away if I told.”
Ethan.
My husband.
The man who had promised Dustin that marriage would make us one family.