Michael returned, phone in hand, his expression unreadable. “She’s not coming,” he said simply.

Despite everything, there was a sting of disappointment. A part of me had hoped Evelyn would take this opportunity to mend things, to show that she was capable of change. But the rational side knew better. Her absence was a reminder that she had drawn her line, and it was up to us to ensure Sophie never felt the impact of it again.

As guests began to arrive, the tension in my chest started to ease. Our friends and family gathered in the backyard, each one stopping to chat with Sophie, whose face beamed brighter with every greeting. Her smile was genuine, a contrast to the forced cheer of the ill-fated Pokémon party.