Chapter 6

Emery Houston POV:

For the next few days, Leo stuck to me like glue, a silent, watchful shadow. He was unusually quiet, his small hand often finding mine, as if seeking reassurance. My work was slow, a quiet lull after the earlier rush, so I picked him up and dropped him off at school myself. It was a small comfort, this quiet routine, a fragile peace after the storm of Carter and Camilla' s reappearance.

But the unease lingered, a knot in my stomach. The sight of Carter, the sound of his voice, had reopened old wounds I thought had scarred over. Every time I drove, I felt a prickling sensation on the back of my neck, a phantom feeling of being watched. I' d glance in my rearview mirror, half-expecting to see his sleek black sedan. Once, I thought I did. A dark car, a familiar outline. But when I looked again, it was gone, lost in the city traffic. My mind was playing tricks on me. It had to be.

Then the call came. Leo' s teacher. Her voice was apologetic, hesitant. "Mrs. Houston, Leo... he' s had a little incident today."

My breath caught. Leo? My quiet, gentle Leo? He never caused trouble. "Is he hurt? Is someone bothering him?" A fierce, protective instinct flared within me.

"No, no, he's fine physically," she quickly assured me. "But he' s been quite upset. Perhaps you could come down?"

My heart pounded against my ribs. Something was wrong. I grabbed my keys, the serene calm of my morning shattered. I hailed a cab, gripping the seat, my mind racing with a hundred worst-case scenarios.

The kindergarten office was a brightly colored room, usually filled with the cheerful din of children's voices. Today, it was silent, almost unnaturally so. And then I saw them. Carter, stiff and imposing, stood by the window. Beside him, Camilla, her pregnant belly a stark, inescapable reminder of their intertwined lives.

Camilla spotted me first. Her eyes widened, then narrowed into slits of pure venom. "You!" she hissed, her voice a low snarl. "What are you doing here? Is that... is that really your child?" Her gaze flickered to a small, isolated figure in the corner of the room – Leo, sitting forlornly on a tiny chair, his shoulders hunched.

I ignored her, my eyes fixed on Leo. He looked so small, so vulnerable. I turned to the teacher, my voice tight. "What happened?"

The teacher wrung her hands, glancing nervously between me and Carter. "Mr. Barry and Ms. Houston were here to inquire about enrollment for their... future child," she stammered, her cheeks flushing. "And then, Leo was leaving the classroom to get a drink, and he bumped into Ms. Houston. She... she said he pushed her."

My gaze snapped to Leo. He was clutching a small stuffed animal, his eyes red-rimmed, his lower lip trembling. He didn't hit her, Mom. I didn't mean to. I just want to go home. I could almost hear his thoughts, his frantic plea.

"I didn't! I didn't push her!" Leo burst out, tears finally spilling down his cheeks. "She just... she just stepped in front of me! I didn't mean to touch her!" He looked at me, a desperate plea in his eyes. "Are you mad at me, Mom? Are you going to send me away?"

My heart shattered. I knew Camilla. Her dramatics, her constant need for attention. And I knew my son. He was a gentle soul, never intentionally malicious.

I knelt, pulling him into my arms, burying my face in his soft hair. "No, baby, never. I' m not mad. I believe you." I straightened, my eyes, cold and hard, fixed on Camilla. "I want to see the security footage," I said, my voice dangerously quiet.

Camilla stiffened, her face paling. "What? Don't be ridiculous, Emery! It was a simple accident! Boys will be boys!" She tried to laugh, but it sounded brittle, forced.

Carter, still by the window, didn't move. But his gaze, which had been fixed on the autumn leaves outside, flickered. A fleeting shadow of discomfort crossed his face. He knew his fiancée was lying. He always knew.

"Apologize to my son, Camilla," I said, my voice unwavering. "Now." I gently guided Leo towards the door. "Go back to your class, sweetie. Mommy will be right there."

Leo, still sniffling, nodded, casting one last wary glance at Camilla before disappearing down the hallway.

I turned to leave, my resolve set. I needed to get out of there, to breathe. But as I reached for the door, Carter's voice, startlingly close, stopped me.

"Emery."

I didn't turn around. I couldn't. I kept my back to him, my hand on the cold doorknob.

"When was he born?" Carter' s voice was low, almost a whisper, but it vibrated with an intensity that made my skin prickle. It was a question, but it felt like an accusation. And there was a tremor in his voice, something I' d never heard before.

I stood frozen for a second, my mind racing. What was he asking? Why did it matter? My silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.

Then, I remembered. The memory of him reaching out to touch Camilla' s shadow, years ago. The secret yearning in his eyes. The way he had dismissed me, effortlessly, at the wedding. He was a ghost in my life. And I would keep him that way.

Without a word, I shifted my weight, silently moving away from the door, away from his presence. His shadow, tall and imposing, seemed to stretch towards mine. I made sure they didn't touch, didn' t overlap.

He moved, stepping around me, his hand clenched so tightly his knuckles were white, blue veins bulging beneath his skin. He stood beside me, his breath warm against my ear.

"I looked up his birth records, Emery," he said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. "His date of birth... it doesn't quite match up with the timeline you presented at the hospital records. Did you... did you lie?"