I came home to find my children sitting on the porch, suitcases packed and confusion in their eyes. They said I told them to leave — but I hadn’t. As my heart raced and panic set in, a car pulled into the driveway, and when I saw who was behind the wheel, I knew things were about to get worse.As I pulled into the driveway, my heart skipped a beat. There were my kids, sitting on the front steps with their suitcases beside them. My stomach churned. We had no trip planned.
Why were my babies waiting with packed bags?I jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind me. “What’s going on?” I called out, rushing over to them. My son, Jake, looked up at me, confused. He was only ten, but in that moment, he seemed so small, so unsure. “You told us to,” he said quietly. “Told you to what?” I asked, my voice sharp.
