Chris seemed to sense something was off.
He rushed forward and grabbed my hand, his voice laced with frustration. "It's the middle of the night, and you insist on..."
He saw my swollen eyes and paused. "Is missing a trip to Disneyland really worth crying over like this?"
My eyes must have been crying themselves raw, for I saw a hint of pity in his gaze.
"Let me clear my schedule next month, and I'll take Aaron then, okay?"
Next month?
What next month did Aaron have?
If only he cared a bit more about our son, he wouldn't say such foolish things.
I pulled my hand away. "No need!"
Chris stared at his empty palm, momentarily stunned.
He never expected the person who used to cling to him would now avoid him like the plague.
Snapping back to reality, he tried to catch up, but Sharon grabbed his arm.
"Chris, it's all my fault. Even though I knew Aaron was faking his illness, I shouldn't have competed with a child for your attention. Now it's made Amber angry at me."
Faking... faking illness?
My mind went blank.
By the time I snapped back to reality, I had already slapped Sharon across the face!
Chris' face, initially tinged with guilt, shifted instantly.