When Sara’s mother-in-law calls her mid-honeymoon, claiming something terrible has happened to her son, Sara rushes home in a panic. But what she discovers is far from an emergency, it’s a betrayal. Now, Sara must confront her mother-in-law’s shocking lie and protect the peace of her family at all costs.
Let me just start by saying that I never thought I’d be telling this kind of story. I’m Sara, I’m 32, and I have a 6-year-old son, James, from my first marriage. That marriage didn’t end well, with Leon wanting to be free, not tied down to married life.
Recently, I married Albert, who’s wonderful in so many ways. Life was finally starting to feel settled, even a little magical, until it wasn’t. Albert and I had planned our honeymoon for months.
It wasn’t some grand adventure, just a peaceful getaway for the two of us to recharge after the chaos of wedding planning. “I just want to sit on the beach and drink cocktails,” I said. “And maybe get a pretty good suntan, too.
That’s all.”
“I feel you, love,” Albert said. “I want to eat! Everything!
Now I don’t have to worry about trying to fit into a suit or anything. It’s going to be great.”
As much as I was looking forward to it, there was one thing holding me back. James.
I’ve never liked being away from my son, especially after everything with Leon. But I couldn’t take my son on our honeymoon, could I? So, Albert had an idea.
“My mom adores James, Sara,” he said one evening just before the wedding. We were eating cold Chinese food and doing last-minute planning. “I know that she’s only been in his life for a little while, but James has gotten close to her, too.
And we’re not going to be away for long. It’s the best idea, I promise you.”
Look, I wasn’t thrilled about leaving my son with Carolyn, but what choice did I have? Carolyn was sweet and all that… but she was also complicated.
She’s kind enough on the surface, of course, but she has a habit of being overbearing. The way she swoops in to take charge, like her way of doing things is the only way to do them. It can be exhausting.
It was exhausting. During our wedding planning? My goodness.
But Albert kept reassuring me. And eventually, I gave in. “She’ll be fine, Sara.
James will be fine,” he said, rubbing my shoulders as I fretted over my packing. “She’s raised kids before. And like I’ve said a hundred times, she loves James.
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