Page 92 of Twisted Truths

The two boys ran towards each other and hugged.

“My daddy hurt da goat!” Dillon’s bottom lip trembled. “It’s not even moving!”

The goat rolled over and stood up, screaming at Henry, making him jump back, falling on his ass.

Our boys laughed hysterically, and I joined in stealing a glance at Henry.

Fuck. I wonder if he smells the same.

“Dillon, is it?” I stood up, stretching my back, and walked closer to the boys. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Wheely?” He smiled at me and I looked between the boys, noticing they lookednothingalike.

“Charlie told me all about your builds.” My eyes moved over to Henry and I saw him staring at my son.

Wait. Our son. Tell him.

“I think this is a special kind of goat that faints when startled.” My voice trembled.

“What’s dere name?”

“You know what? We just met her and she doesn’t have one.” I reached into my pocket, pulling out a five-dollar bill. “Here’s for the swear jar, since I swore and the goat made your dad swear.”

“Whassa swear jar?” Charlie’s face crinkled up.

“My daddy has to pay when he said bad words.” Dillon nodded.

“Mommy!” Charlie’s eyes grew large.

“I don’t think so.” I laughed.

Henry didn’t move or speak, he just sat there staring at Charlie.

Swallowing was hard, and I felt a vice around my chest, squeezing all the air out.

Victoria had been a complete bitch, and yet she was able to give life to this adorable boy.

Crouching down, I motioned for the boys to come closer and I kept my voice soft. “If you hold still, she’ll make her way to us.”

Henry barked out a laugh. “That’s funny telling a four-year-old and a …” He motioned to Charlie.

“Four-year-old.” I kept my eyes on the boys.

Looking through my lashes, I saw his eyes narrow.

“Miranda?” His voice was much deeper than I remembered.

Henry

Being startled by a goat was nothing compared to the torrent of emotions ripping through my body.

Dillon talked about his friends at daycare all the time. Charlie and Frankie were his best friends there.

And Charlie looked like me.

She raised her hand, mimicking talking. “You’re doing this. When you need to do this.” She closed her hand and damn if my eyes didn’t move down to the vee neckline of her shirt to see the swell of her tits.

Remember how they felt?

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