On the First Day of School, the Teacher Called My Son by a Different Name, and He Acted Like It Was Completely Normal
On the morning of Lucas’s first day of first grade, I wanted everything perfect—just as my mother used to do for me. My husband, Travis, had promised to be there, but he was still on the couch, hungover, when we were ready to leave. At school, I kissed Lucas goodbye, but moments later, I overheard his teacher, Jenna, call him “Jamie”—and he answered like it was normal.
Travis stood there, calm, offering no explanation. After school, instead of our planned celebration, Travis suddenly announced he was taking Lucas to “Grandma’s” for a father-son trip. It didn’t feel spontaneous. Suspicious, I followed them in a cab to a large house I didn’t recognize. Lucas ran to the pool like he’d been there many times.
Then Jenna walked out, and Travis kissed her. I confronted them and learned the truth: Jenna had lost a son named Jamie, and Travis had told…
