“You are my favorite part of the morning. Be great today,” he read.
“Did you believe it?”
“Yes.”
“Even knowing you were about to change into a suit and become someone I didn’t know existed?”
“Especially then.”
He folded the card carefully.
“Because you and Jamie were always the real part.”
I looked at him.
“We have a lot of work to do.”
“I know.”
“And first, we have to tell Jamie why his father has apparently been changing costumes behind a trash can every morning.”
Edward almost laughed.
“I’ve been trying to figure out how to explain that.”
“Together?”
I nodded.
“Together.”
When we got home, Jamie was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework.
He looked up.
Then immediately asked,
“Did you follow Dad?”
“Yes.”
His eyes widened.
“Is everything okay?”
Edward sat down across from him.
“Jamie, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Jamie stared at him seriously.
Edward continued.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you or Mom.”
Jamie leaned forward.
“Are you a spy?”
Edward looked at me.
I looked at Edward.
Jamie shrugged.
“Because honestly, I would be okay with that.”
I started laughing.
Not because anything was particularly funny.
Because sometimes laughter is where fear, anger, relief, and love all end up when there’s nowhere else for them to go.
Edward started laughing too.
Jamie looked disappointed.
“So you’re not a spy.”
“No.”
“What are you?”
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