When an elementary school called asking my husband, Nick, to pick up his sick daughter, I was stunned. We didn’t have children, and I feared he had a secret family.
I followed him to his Saturday marathon training at the park. He met his running group, just as he’d said—but then a little girl ran toward them. My heart sank until she called one of the other runners “Daddy.”
That evening, I confessed everything to Nick. Laughing, he explained that his friend Jake had borrowed his phone to call his daughter’s school. The school had mistakenly saved Nick’s number.
Months later, Nick finished his marathon while I cheered him on with a sign teasing him about his “secret family.”
