A week had passed since I told Wes the truth about being a foster child. I haven’t told the kids what I told him yet, but that doesn’t matter considering I’ve been avoiding Wes ever since I told him the truth.
Jasper has been playing the messenger between Wes and me. Wes tries to talk to me and I avoid him, I give Wes the latest updates on our project through Jasper, and I pretend that I never told him the truth.
The kids deserved to know the truth.
We’re approaching the end of November. Thanksgiving is next week. I don’t want to hold this secret from the kids any longer.
“Kids! Front and center!” I shouted throughout the house.
“Uh-oh, Lucy’s playing drill sergeant,” Seth smirked, emerging from the kitchen into the living room. “I wonder who robbed the National History Museum in search of buried treasure.”
Everyone came to the living room and took a seat on the couch. Well, almost everyone, Ariel was sitting on the floor with Ares.