“I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered, holding her tighter than ever.
Brian stormed inside, furious. From the kitchen window, I heard his raised voice and Carol’s defensive replies.
Other parents began to leave, awkward and uncomfortable.
Emma’s birthday party was over, ruined by a single act of heartlessness.
Fifteen minutes later, Carol returned.
Her face was blotchy, eyes red from crying. She knelt before Emma and took her hands.
“I’ve been so wrong,” she began.
“You did nothing to deserve that. I just… I didn’t know how to let go. I was afraid of losing my son. And I let that turn me into someone bitter. But you’re not a mistake, Emma. You’re part of this family, the best part. If you’ll let me, I’d like to start again.”
Emma looked to me for guidance. I gave a small nod.
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