I arrived at the park ten minutes early that afternoon, filled with anticipation. But it took another half hour before I finally saw Oliver and Kaitlyn.
As usual, Kaitlyn was dressed to impress. She had swapped out her earlier outfit for an even tighter, more revealing red tight-fitting dress that was left to the imagination, flaunting every curve. Her golden curls cascaded down her shoulders, and her perfectly applied makeup made her red lips stand out like a vivid sign, impossible to ignore.
She was holding the hand of my precious son, Oliver.
Oliver was still wearing the same outfit from this morning, a blue T-shirt with a cartoon dinosaur, khaki shorts, and red and blue striped socks. But unlike before, his feet, usually so carefree, were now curled up anxiously.
He looked down, vi
