My voice wavered just a little.
“So yeah, I handled it. I built a life on my own. I worked two jobs to afford that house. I made sure Lucas never had to see me break down. But watching him that morning, watching him try to smile while every other kid in the room got everything they wanted, something broke in me. Because that was the moment I realized you didn’t just forget me. You forgot him, too.”
Mom’s eyes were wet now, but it wasn’t guilt.
It was anger.
“We didn’t forget him. We just couldn’t afford—”
“Stop,” I said. “Don’t say it. Don’t lie again.”
Dad slammed the papers down on the table.
“This conversation’s over. You’re not going to stand here and accuse your mother of being a liar.”
“She did lie,” Tyler muttered. “I saw the email.”
