My Wife's Brother Complex
I didn't want the innocent little one caught up in this drama.
Josephine immediately ushered her son off to bed. The boy listened quietly, obedient as she tucked him in.
"Go to sleep now, and tomorrow, I'll take you to eat something nice, okay?" I said softly, ruffling the boy's hair gently, offering what comfort I could.
Josephine sat down on the couch, visibly worn, and began to explain. "My husband's name is Finn Parker. We met through a blind date."
"Wait—did you say his name is Finn Parker?" I interrupted, my voice rising.