The boy, resisting a nurse’s attempt to give him a shot, accidentally bumped into her stomach.
“Get out of my way! Who told you to stand there?”
Morgan, who had been chasing after the boy, froze in place when he saw Luna standing there.
The little boy ran into Morgan’s arms, crying loudly. “Daddy, that bad lady hurt me. Please hit her for me!”
He wailed so hard it sounded like something terrible had happened.
Before Morgan could even respond, Violet rushed over and scooped the boy up. “Ian, what’s wrong, sweetheart? Why are you crying like that? Tell Mommy, who hurt you?”
Ian pointed at Luna and sobbed, “It was her. She pinched me. It really hurts!”
Violet turned to her with tears in her eyes and said, “Luna, I know you hate me. You can hate me all you want, but Ian is innocent. He is just a child. Why would you take it out on him?”
Luna frowned. “I didn’t do anything.”
Violet gave a bitter smile. “He’s only three, Luna. He can barely talk properly. How could he lie, especially about something like this about my own sister?”
More and more people gathered around, whispering and judging Luna.