At dinner, my daughter quietly slipped a folded note in front of me. “Pretend You’re Sick And Get Out Of Here,” it read.
When I unfolded that small, wrinkled note, I never imagined five simple words—written in my daughter’s unmistakable handwriting—would change everything. Pretend you’re sick and go home. I stared at her in confusion, but she only shook her head urgently, her eyes pleading with me to trust her. Only later did I understand why. That…
