I couldn’t help but think that the only other explanation might involve Jeff. Perhaps Luna had some connection to him. But as I twirled my wedding ring around my finger, I tried to push those doubts aside. After all, since we got married, Jeff had always doted on me. During my pregnancy, he was my rock, doing everything from making late – night food runs to cleaning the shower when I couldn’t. How could I suspect him?
I continued reading more articles.
The next morning, I met Luna’s mother, Penelope, and we arranged the playdate for the kids.
“Luna talks about Luke all the time, Amy,” Penelope said. “This will be a great opportunity for them to bond outside of school.”
On the day Luna and Penelope arrived, Luke and I baked fresh cookies, and he tidied up his room.
“What’s going on?” Jeff asked. “Are we having guests?”
Although I’d intended to tell him about Luna after Luke showed me the class photo, something inside me held back. I couldn’t fathom why I felt this strange suspicion that Jeff was involved. But if I’m being honest, I think I just needed to see his reaction when Luna and her mother walked through the door. That would tell me everything I needed to know.
When the doorbell rang, Luke rushed to open it, with Jeff and I right behind him.
The moment Jeff saw the little girl, his face paled, and guilt was written all over it. Luna ran towards him, throwing her arms around his neck.
“Daddy!” she cried.
“I told you she was my sister!” Luke shouted, grabbing my hand in excitement.
I looked at Penelope, her eyes wide with shock. The room seemed to spin around me.
Jeff told the kids to help themselves to the cookies and play outside, saying the adults needed to talk.