31 2.3. Mom

My gaze follows mom to Justine and back to that kid, repeating it all over again.

This is not happening.

My head instantly travels back in time and runs through different scenarios that ensued before my leaving the country. But nothing adds up.

I never slept with Justine and this kid looks nothing like me. I'm pretty sure I would've remembered if I did sleep with Justine though.

Justin's face is scrunged up in confusion while mom on the other hand just looks guilty.

"Hey, you brought the rude guy", the kid crosses his arms and turns towards me.

My eyebrows disappear into my hairline.

Rude guy? Seriously?

"Cole, honey. What are you talking about?", mom pulls him to face her, again.

Cole.

So that's his name. I can't help the familiar feeling I get as I look at him again.

Justine on the other hand hasn't said much of anything. She's quietly watching the whole conversation unfold.