Sitting there, smiling like this was normal, was his mother.
I leaned in and whispered, “Why is your mom here?”
For a moment, I thought maybe he had surprised me with a private room or something thoughtful.
But when I saw Helen sitting at the table, smiling like this was normal, I felt the air leave my lungs. I didn’t want to overreact. I told myself to stay calm.
Maybe she’d just stopped by. But deep down, I already knew that this wasn’t an accident. This was another reminder that I came second.
Peter looked at me as if I’d asked why the sky was blue.
“She’s never been here before,” he said.
“And I thought, for such a special occasion, it’s nice to share it with the woman who made me who I am. Without her, I wouldn’t even be here.”
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