My Husband Left Our Seven Sons for My Sister—Then Our Eldest Sent His Wedding a Box With One Promise at the Bottom
One of the younger boys said, “Aunt Claire?”
Daniel nodded.
My sister.
Elliot looked down, then directly at his father.
“You and Aunt Claire are together?”
“I have been seeing her.”
“How long?” I asked.
“That isn’t what we need to discuss this morning.”