Before Christian and I went out, I made sure Chris had left. My son asked me, "Mom! What happened?" as I gradually prevented him from walking normally; it seemed as though I was trying to conceal something from him, and he picked up on it. "It did not happen. We should head home. Mr. Frank took the car and drove off, I said. Christian cautiously examined my face before getting into the car. Christian knows and has seen a picture of his father, so it would be impossible to prevent him from recognizing him and knowing that the man he saw in the picture is the same person. I should...