Jasmine's POV
Perhaps my mind was playing tricks on me.
That had to be the only logical explanation for the wild thoughts spinning through my head.
Sure, Norton bore some resemblance to George, but children often shared features with random strangers. It meant nothing. Nothing at all. Yet if my suspicions held any truth, if my eyes weren't deceiving me, then the man I witnessed in bed with Sylvia would have been George himself.
The possibility made my stomach turn.
I remained frozen at the garden's perimeter, desperately trying to push these thoughts away as Norton smiled brightly and approached me, his tiny fingers wrapped around George's larger ones.
This couldn't be happening.
I straightened quickly and wiped any trace of suspicion from my features. Plastering on what I hoped looked like a genuine smile, I reminded myself to act normal and reveal nothing.
"Hello," the little boy said timidly, his eyes wide and innocent.
