Measured. Cautious.
“Stephanie,” she began, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”
I let a few seconds pass before responding.
“There was no misunderstanding,” I said calmly. “There was a declaration. My son made it.”
She sat down then, smoothing her skirt. “Ethan was emotional. Weddings are overwhelming. He didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Carol,” I replied, “my son did not forget my name. He chose to replace me.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
“You must understand,” she continued, “Ashley comes from a different world. Ethan wanted to feel accepted. He wanted to belong.”
I laughed softly, the sound surprising even me.
“He already belonged,” I said. “He just decided my world wasn’t impressive enough.”
Carol leaned forward. “Stephanie, we are family now. There’s no reason to turn this into something permanent.”
“Permanent?” I echoed. “This wasn’t sudden. This was years in the making.”
She sighed, switching tactics. “Ethan is devastated. He’s barely functioning. You raised him. You know he’s sensitive.”
I met her eyes.
“I know he’s entitled,” I said. “And I know who taught him that it was acceptable to erase people once they stop being useful.”
That landed.
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