where he was going.
Then a woman stepped outside. Blonde. Familiar.
Jenna.
Lucas’s teacher.
Travis kissed her without hesitation.
When I confronted them, the truth spilled out in pieces. Jenna had once had a child named Jamie. She had lost him years earlier. Travis had told Lucas to pretend—to answer to that name—because it made her feel better.
“Daddy said it was just for a little while,” Lucas explained softly. “He said it would make her happy.”
There was nothing harmless about it.
That night, I went straight to Travis’s
