After I Left, He Learned To Regret
My six-year-old son fed me the cake that triggered my allergy and killed his unborn sister.
He was smiling when he confessed, as if he had done something wonderful.
“Aunt Vivienne said the baby would go back to the Moon Goddess. Then you and Daddy could break your mate bond, and she could stay with us instead. That way, Aunt Vivienne would have more time to play with me!”
My heart clenched. I couldn't hold back anymore.
“But Mommy and your sister can play with you, too. Can't we?”
“Yeah, but…” He hesitated, searching for the right words.
“But it's boring when I'm with you, Mommy. Daddy and I have more fun with Aunt Vivienne.”
The words hit me like a blow.
For a long moment, I couldn't say a