… REAL DAD.”
My phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor. The room spun. Lily walked in right at that moment, carrying Eli’s backpack. She took one look at my face—pale, shaking, looking at our son in horror—and she dropped the bag. She didn’t even try to deny it.
“He… he wanted to know him,” Lily whispered, her voice trembling. “He reached out a year ago. He’s changed, sis. He wanted to help, but he was too clear cowardly to face you.”
I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The sister who held my hand while I cried over being abandoned? She had been lying to my face every single Saturday. She had been taking my son to the man who destroyed me.
“Is he staying for dinner?” Eli asked innocently, looking between us.
I looked at Lily—my rock, my traitor—and realized the peaceful life I thought I had built was a total lie. “No, baby,” I said, my voice breaking. “But Aunt Lily is leaving.”
