My Husband's Coworker Beat Me at a Game About My Own Daughter

Synopsis

"Five for Sarah. Four for Maya." Sunday backyard cookout, playing the kid trivia card game like we did every summer. My husband's coworker Sarah got five answers right. I got four. I laughed it off that afternoon. Then the preschool sent back the pickup form. Sarah Collins was listed as family. Not emergency contact. Not coworker. Family. My husband had signed it three months earlier, and never told me. By Tuesday, she was packing our daughter's lunch, writing her weekly schedule, and leaving notes stuck to my fridge. Twelve years married. "Perfect," my husband wrote at the bottom.