Because I don’t have children, my husband’s ex-wife did not invite me to my stepchildren’s birthday.
“Noah! Liam! Let’s move, guys! The bus will be here in fifteen minutes!” I called up the stairs while packing two nearly identical lunch boxes and glancing at the kitchen clock. The only things that set them apart were the small soccer ball keychain on Liam’s and the tiny dinosaur one on Noah’s. Thunderous footsteps…