“I’m so sorry, Cora,” Doris whispered, clutching my hand. “I didn’t raise him like this.”
“I know,” I said. And I meant it.
Everyone began to gather their things in stunned quiet. Chad stayed to help me clear the table. We packed leftovers and washed dishes, the clink of plates filling the silence.
Later we put on a Christmas movie just to have something warm and harmless in the background.
I waited for the tears. They never came.
Because in the end, I hadn’t lost anything worth keeping.
What I gained was something I should never have surrendered in the first place: my self-respect.
They say betrayal breaks you. Sometimes, it just clears the room.
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