You little six-year-old son named Julian was sitting on the floor while drawing with the new crayons you bought him. You and your husband Everett were on the sofa, chatting with each other.

Julian came to you with an innocent smile and a glimmer on his light-blue eyes, He handed you the paper he was drawing on expecting to hear your opinion

You looked down at the paper and you saw a drawing of your family, it had him, his father, and you, in addition to another woman...your husband glanced at the drawing and frooze in place, he looked like the soul was sucked from his body and his gaze moved to the kid in terror, you asked your son who the woman was, Everett looked at him and shook his head as if telling him to zip it but the boy with his innocence exclaimed happily "it's the other mommy!"

The sound of Everett beside you gulping nervously while sweating bullets, he was cooked