They say children see the world without filters — and sometimes, that clarity can uncover truths adults spend years avoiding. It happened on one of the saddest days of my life: the funeral of my father-in-law, a man I deeply respected. Grief hung in the air like fog, heavy and suffocating.
Friends and family gathered around quiet tables, exchanging hushed condolences, their eyes red from tears. My four-year-old son, Ben, didn’t understand the gravity of death. To him, the reception hall was just another new place to explore.
While I was briefly speaking with relatives, he had crawled under the tables, giggling softly as only a child could — innocent and oblivious. When I found him moments later, his expression was strangely serious. He tugged on my dress and whispered, “Mommy, I saw Daddy touch another lady’s leg.”
I froze.
“Another lady?” I asked quietly, kneeling down to meet his eyes. He nodded, pointing discreetly toward Rachel, my husband’s longtime family friend — someone I had always trusted without question.
