A Troubling Revelation

Inside the apartment, Diana stood sympathetically watching her little nephew.

Rachel Foster held a feather duster in her hand, her usual gentle demeanor replaced with sternness as she looked at Jackson, who stood with his head bowed in front of the sofa. "What has Mommy taught you?"

Jackson, looking pitiful, whispered softly, "Not to talk to strangers."

Rachel raised the feather duster, "Then why did you call a stranger 'Uncle' and make friends with him?"

"Uncle isn't a stranger. He said he's a good friend of Mommy's."

"Who told you he's a good friend of mine? Did he say that? Do you believe everything a stranger says?" Rachel asked, her face stern.

The little boy finally raised his innocent, pitiful face, his round eyes filled with tears, and weakly asked, "Mommy doesn't know, Uncle?"

"Of course not," Rachel replied without hesitation.