"Hello ... " I replied awkwardly, unsure of how to continue the conversation.
Levi didn’t seem to mind. He flashed his signature smile again, waved his hand dismissively and turned his attention to Spencer.
As the party continued, I noticed something unsettling. The bedroom where Spencer used to sleep — the decorations, the furniture — everything was done according to Levi’s preferences.
Then I overheard Spencer, speaking with rare patience. "So, how is it? Do you like it?"
The words hung in the air and I was left standing there, trying to make sense of everything.
Could this really be Spencer?
He had never been so patient, so gentle, not with me, at least.
Besides, shouldn’t today be a celebration of our son's christening? Yet, he stood there, interacting with others as though he were a mere outsider at this grand event. What was he hiding from me? I couldn’t shake the unease that crept into my chest.
"Tiffany, go and mingle with everyone," Spencer instructed, his tone firm but distant. "The nanny is watching the baby, right? Go on!"