After my divorce, I moved into a new house with my ten-year-old daughter. A few days later, she said, “Mom, I don’t think we should stay here.” When I asked why, she whispered, “I don’t know… but we have to leave. Soon.”
At first, I brushed it off. Three weeks after everything was finalized, we had relocated to a small rental on the edge of Cedar Falls. It wasn’t fancy, but it was peaceful—pale sid…