A teacher who lived nearby was nice enough to drive him home while Nikkie arranged to get the rest of her day off from work.
Obviously, the teacher left, thinking our boy would be safe in his house. Yes, his home was supposed to be safe.
The cops took in the scene and talked to everyone involved. I was so embarrassed, apologizing to them profusely for the misunderstanding.
Still, it took two hours before they left, and then I went to Luke’s room and saw him wrapped around Nikkie.
My boy was traumatized.
Honestly, so was I.
“So, Mom wasn’t in danger?” he asked, still unsure despite holding his mother.
“No, my boy. It was just your Aunt Diana being funny,” I reassured. “But don’t worry because we won’t be seeing her again any time soon.”
I gave Nikkie a serious look, and she nodded.
We officially went no-contact with her sister, but I did send her husband a warning text. After all, he deserved to know what his wife was doing.
Have you ever cut ties with a family member after something like this?
