When my 5-year-old son went missing at the airport, I panicked and called his dad. Two hours later, a woman found him. Twenty years later, while recalling the story, my son revealed, “She wasn’t a stranger. Dad knew her.” He added, “I wasn’t lost. Dad took me, and she was there with suitcases—they planned to run away and take me.”
Shocked, I asked why he hadn’t told me. He said he didn’t want to ruin our marriage, though he later realized the woman was Dad’s lover. I confronted my husband, who tearfully admitted the plan but said she changed her mind and returned our son. Now, I feel like my marriage was a lie.
