“Then give us all the context. Look at my son. Look at my girls. And explain what you meant by ‘freak kids.’”
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Across the room, Sarah stared at him like she’d never seen him before.
“Did he actually say that?” someone whispered.
“Out loud,” another guest murmured. “In public. About her kids!”
Someone booed—I’m still convinced it was Chelsea.
Then one of my aunts stood up, her arms crossed.
“You did the right thing, Sharon. Good for you.”
I handed the mic to the DJ and walked to my children.
