He sounded so sincere. But deep down, something didn’t sit right.
A few days later, I picked up Jeremy from daycare, and on our way home, we stopped for ice cream. He sat on the bench beside me as he licked his cone.
“Can I ask you something?”
He nodded while enjoying his ice cream.
“Why do you get upset around Sam?”
His smile faded, and he turned the other way.
“You can tell me anything, sweetheart,” I said, turning him back towards me. “I won’t be mad.”
“I heard Daddy talking on the phone…” He looked at me. “And he said I’m a problem.”
I couldn’t process that.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?”
“Yes.
He said, ‘Little Jeremy is a problem.’ I didn’t hear the rest because I ran to my room.” He hesitated before asking in a small voice, “Mommy, will he leave like my first daddy?”
Tears welled in his big, brown eyes. I couldn’t bear that.
I pulled him into my arms, brushing his hair back. “Oh, sweetheart, no.
I will never let anyone leave you, okay?”
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