“You’re welcome, Daddy. Now you can tell me the story of you and Mommy.”
And in that instant, Luke’s eyes find mine and they’re laced with something I can’t quite decipher. Shock? Sadness? Resentment in the fact that I may have overstepped a boundary here by helping Grayson make this gift?
“I helped too, Luke. I think it’s important for Grayson to know about his mom,” Catherine adds as a wave of gratefulness washes over me that she’s not going to let all the blame fall on me. “He’s asking a lot of questions…”
“I’m so glad everyone thinks they know what’s best,” he says in an offended tone, moving to stand and setting the album on the table as he prepares to leave. “Thank you, buddy. You did a great job. Daddy just needs to go outside for a minute, okay?”
Grayson’s eyes are alive with concern, but he nods and accepts Luke’s words. “Okay, Daddy.”
Luke turns and heads for the door, grabbing his car keys but not bothering to say goodbye, swinging open the screen as it slams against the side of the house, a bold statement of how he feels.
And if his reaction is any indication and I’m not naïve to what just happened, I think I just overstepped a boundary.