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My Son Took the Microphone at the Wedding I Paid For and Thanked His “Real Mother.” I Stayed Silent. What I Did Next Would Change Everything.
He had no idea what I actually had.
And for the first time since Julie, since childhood, since all the years of swallowing disappointment, I felt something that surprised me.
Not bitter calm. Not numb calm.
Clear calm.
Because now I knew exactly what I had to do.
The Call I Had Kept in My Contacts for Years
I walked into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water, and stared at the phone like it might bite me. My reflection in the dark window looked older than it had yesterday. Not because of wrinkles. Because something inside me had finally stopped hoping.
I scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I hadn’t used in years.
