I saw my dad with a woman who wasn’t Mom—and he warned me that if I told her, he’d disown me.
I caught my dad at the farmers market—of all places—while I was picking up bread for Mom’s Sunday soup. There he was, laughing with a woman who was clearly not my mother. At first, I assumed it might have been some work-related matter. But then I saw her brush against his arm, and before my…