Within an hour, I received a call back from the police.
My heart pounded as I answered.
“Mia, the bones are fake,” the officer said, his voice calm and reassuring. “They’re replicas used for teaching purposes. There’s nothing to worry about.”
I felt relieved, but the feeling was soon replaced by guilt.
How could I have jumped to such drastic conclusions? I felt embarrassed and ashamed.
I realized I had let my fears get the best of me. I had overreacted in the worst possible way.
At that point, I knew I had to call Jake.
With a deep breath, I dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring.
“Jake, I’m so sorry,” I began. “I was scared, not just for myself, but for Luke.
I know I jumped to conclusions, and I’ll understand if you can’t forgive me.”
“Mia, I understand your feelings,” Jake replied. “You were protecting your son, and that’s natural. I forgive you.
Come back here. Let this be our funny story, not a reason to break up.”
I smiled through my tears and heaved a sigh of relief. Jake’s understanding meant everything to me.
I turned to Luke, who was watching me with wide eyes.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said, pulling him into a hug. “Everything’s going to be okay. The bones weren’t real.
They’re just for teaching. Jake isn’t a bad guy.”
We drove back to Jake’s parents’ house. They looked quite worried, but I quickly explained everything and apologized for leaving abruptly.
We spent the rest of the day relaxing by the ocean, the tension gradually melting away.
That incident marked the beginning of a stronger bond between us, and now, we often recall it with a smile.
Jake even laughs at how I rushed out of the house with Luke that day.
What would you have done?
