After the meeting, Lynley wanted to come home with me. He looked up at me, tugging on my sleeve.

“Mommy, I want to eat your cooking. Please let me come home with you.”

Acelynn came running up behind us, her face cold, and snatched Lynley into her arms.

“Lynley, are you trying to upset Mommy? I’ve told you not to associate with Lesley. Why won’t you listen?”

Lynley cried uncontrollably in Acelynn’s arms. Keith arrived, his face dark with anger, and scolded Lynley.

Terrified, Lynley fell silent, clinging to Acelynn and casting a pitiful glance at me. I averted my eyes, holding Oliver’s hand and preparing to leave.

But Keith...