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On Lucas’s first day of first grade, I wanted everything to be perfect.
Travis, my husband, was supposed to join us, but he arrived late and distant.
I walked Lucas in alone, and as I returned with his water bottle, I overheard his teacher warmly calling him “Jamie.”
Lucas smiled and went along with it, while Travis stood by without a word. Something felt off.
That evening, Travis said that he was taking Lucas to his mother’s house for a “father-son night.”
Suspicious, I followed them—only to discover a house I didn’t recognize.
Lucas ran to the backyard pool like he’d been there before.
After that, a blonde woman appeared and kissed Travis.
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