At a Thanksgiving dinner, my daughter suddenly stood up and loudly asked where “the woman Dad hides in the shed” was. She claimed to have seen her when I was away. Everyone froze in shock—my husband turned pale. My daughter then grabbed my hand, urging me to go to the shed and bring this woman to dinner. I was anxious, unsure of what I would find, but nothing could have prepared me for what awaited us there.
