.
But she'd walked into Caleb's birthday and blamed me for the chair she left empty.
"No, Melissa," I said. "I stopped him from hating you. For twelve years, I stopped it."
Her eyes filled. "Then why are you letting him do this?"
"For twelve years, I stopped it."
"Because you lied in front of them. I won't ask my son to carry that, too."
Mila wiped her face. "Dad never even let us call you selfish."
Ethan looked down. "I did. Just not out loud."
Sophie stepped closer to me.
Melissa whispered, "Sophie."
Sophie held my hand. "I'm Sophie."
"I know who you are."
Sophie looked up at her. "I don't know who you are."
"Dad never even let us call you selfish."
Caleb stepped forward again.
"You said Dad couldn't give you the love you wanted. But he gave us the love we needed. Keep the Mustang. I know who my parent is."
He placed the keys in her hand.
Melissa looked at me.
I didn't soften it.
"They're not little anymore," I said. "I can't answer for them now."
"I know who my parent is."
Melissa looked at the keys in her hand, then at the box pressed against her coat. For once, she had nothing polished to say.
She glanced at Caleb, Mila, Ethan, Lily, Amy, and Sophie.
None of them stepped forward.
Finally, she turned and walked back to the Mustang alone.
***
Caleb stood still until the car disappeared. Then his shoulders dropped like he had been holding up the whole sky.
I put my arm around him.
None of them stepped forward.
"Did I ruin my birthday?" he asked.
"No, son," I said. "You told the truth. That doesn't ruin a thing."
Behind us, Sophie called, "Dad, the candles are melting!"
Caleb laughed through his tears.
So did I.
That day, Melissa learned the hard way that motherhood isn't a grand entrance.
