Jamie sat on the edge of the rug, silently rolling a small toy car back and forth across the floor. He didn’t make any sound. His eyes were fixed on the toy, but his mind was far away. The light from the window touched his face, showing tear stains on his cheeks from the night before.

Daniel stood nearby, watching him. It had been days since Jamie found out the truth. Since then, he barely smiled or spoke. He didn’t call out for Maya anymore, but Daniel could see it in his eyes—he missed her.

Daniel’s heart ached seeing his son like that. Jamie was only four, but he had...