Gina’s gaze landed on Audrey’s plate. “Still struggling in math, darling?”
Audrey set down her fork. “Not really. I got some help.”
“From who? A tutor?” Gina’s lips twitched.
“No, ma’am. But maybe one day.”
“From Mom,” Audrey announced politely.
Lila snorted. “Did she make you scrub your homework?”
Duncan leaned back, smirking. “Well, aren’t you lucky to have a mother who cleans up after other people for a living. You know… smarter people.”
I felt my cheeks flush, but I kept my hands busy with the ham, slicing and stacking as if it would keep me invisible. Aunt Margaret gave me a look, half pity, half apology, then dropped her gaze to her napkin.
“Did she make you scrub your homework?”
Gina’s voice rang out, sharp and clear. “Still cleaning toilets then, Stella?”
Someone tapped a glass, Daniel’s uncle, his voice low. “Don’t be cruel, Gina.”
But my mother-in-law only smiled, her eyes hard. “Well, smart people would never do this. There have to be some… not-so-bright ones too.”
I bit my lip, the taste of salt and shame mingling in my mouth. Audrey sat stiff, jaw clenched, knuckles white around her fork. For a moment, I just watched her, afraid of what she’d say or do.
“Still cleaning toilets then, Stella?”
Duncan set his fork down with a sigh. “My son had a brilliant future, Stella. It’s truly painful to see what was left behind.”
The table fell silent, tension humming. I wanted to defend myself, to list every late night and double shift, but I didn’t. I thought of Audrey, of all the times I’d told her to take the high road.
I wanted to protect her from that table, from that family, from the kind of shame that sticks to you for years.
I didn’t know she was already done carrying mine.
“My son had a brilliant future, Stella.”
Suddenly, Audrey’s chair scraped back. She stood, eyes blazing.
“No,” she said, quiet, but it cut through the room.
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