My hands shook on the steering wheel. Greg had lied to me for months, and now I’d watched him hand my sister flowers and hold her like I wasn’t even part of the equation. I wasn’t going to confront either of them. Not yet.
First, I needed Toby. I’d pick up my son, take him to my mother’s, and figure out what came next somewhere Greg couldn’t talk me out of what I’d seen. On Monday, I’d call a lawyer.
****
The children’s camp was forty minutes away. I made it in twenty-eight.
The woman at the check-in desk looked up and frowned at her clipboard.
“Toby went home already, hon. Marlene picked him up.”
“What?”
“Dad called this morning. Said there’d been a change of plans. Grandma’s on the approved pickup list.”
My stomach dropped
I stared at her.
