“I’m so sorry she did that to you. I should’ve said something years ago.”
He looked at Vanessa. “That’s my mother’s chair. She earned her place there. You didn’t.”
She stood without a word and moved to the back.
Vanessa didn’t look at me as she walked away.
She kept her eyes on the floor while whispers followed her through the auditorium.
Mark finally stood, but he didn’t say a word.
For once, there was nothing he could explain away.
“That’s my mother’s chair.”
I sat down in the seat Ethan had saved for me, my hands still shaking around the bouquet.
The applause started again, louder this time.
Ethan squeezed my shoulder before returning to the podium.
And as I looked around that room full of smiling faces, I realized something.
For eight years, I had stayed quiet to protect my son.
