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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.

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Unknown number.

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When I answered, a voice I recognized immediately came through, tight and controlled.

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“Stephanie,” Carol said. “We need to talk.”

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I smiled at the dark sky.

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It was starting.

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Carol arrived at my building less than two hours later.

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The doorman announced her name with the same polished tone he used for every resident, but I could hear the hesitation underneath it. People like Carol were used to being welcomed on their own terms. Being announced was new for her.

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I let her come up.

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The elevator doors opened onto my floor, and she stepped out alone. No Ashley. No Ethan. Just Carol, dressed impeccably, holding a designer handbag like armor.

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