But my son was more than a pawn in some social game. He was my life, my joy, the reason I had fought so hard to rebuild myself. And as David talked to Alex, I hoped they could form some kind of bond.

Margaret, on the other hand, had a different path to walk. “Why didn’t you tell us?” she asked, attempting to regain some control.

“It wasn’t the right time,” I said, the words measured but firm. “But tonight seemed… fitting.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, but before she could respond, David interjected. “I’m glad you came, Evelyn. Truly. I want to be a part of his life.”

I nodded, appreciating his sincerity. “That’s all I wanted.”