It started as a normal question.
“How was your walk with Aunt Lily?”
My son smiled so wide it made my heart warm.
Then he said it.
“Me and my other dad had so much fun.”
I laughed at first, thinking he was pretending.
“Your other who?” I asked.
He looked at me like I was the confused one.
“My other dad. He comes every Saturday. He’s really funny.”
My stomach dropped.
I asked if Aunt Lily knew him.
My son nodded happily.
“They hug all the time.”
In that moment, every Saturday Lily had “helped” suddenly made sense.
Every time she insisted on taking him alone.
Every time she avoided eye contact afterward.
Then my son added one last sentence.
“Aunt Lily said he’s actually my real—”
I didn’t let him finish.
Because I already knew.
The betrayal didn’t just come from my partner.
It came from my sister.
And the truth didn’t come from an argument.
It came from a child who didn’t know he was exposing a secret that would destroy our family forever.
