I stood still before the lavish table and realized there wasn’t a single chair for me. “Go eat outside like a beggar,” my son growled, loud enough for the whole dining room to hear. I took one slow breath, signaled a server, leaned in, and whispered a few words that made him freeze in place.
Then I lifted my head, smiled, and said, “Fine.
If someone has to leave tonight, it won’t be me.”
Everything stopped for a beat. The clink of silverware.
The low conversation from nearby tables. Even the soft jazz drifting from the piano near the entrance seemed to cut out.
I felt dozens of eyes land on me, and I let them.
My heart was pounding, but my face kept the same thin, steady smile. I have spent a lifetime learning to hide a shaking heart behind a quiet exterior. That skill was built the hard way, and tonight I was grateful for every year it took to develop it.
Lucas, my only son, slouched back in his chair with his arms folded.
The light from the crystal chandelier washed over a face flushed with pride and satisfaction. Beside him, Paige, my daughter-in-law, leaned back carelessly, pale red lips curved in a mocking grin.
I looked at the long table draped in crisp white linen, the gleaming silverware, the crystal glasses filled with fine wine. Three chairs.
Two were taken.
I, the mother of Lucas, had no seat. That single missing chair, that deliberate absence, said more than anything my son had just thrown at me. “What exactly did you just say?” I asked, steady but hoarse.
Lucas smirked and didn’t bother lowering his voice.
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