But I didn’t need any of it.
Because the only thing that mattered was already standing in front of me.
Michael looked at Maria and said, “You don’t know anything about adult problems. Your mother always had a dramatic side.”
Maria’s face changed.
Not angry.
Done.
He looked around and realized people were watching.
“I see now. You didn’t leave because of me,” she said. “You left because you weren’t good enough for us.”
That hit him.
His mouth opened.
Then closed.
He looked around and realized people were watching. Really watching.
And for the first time, he looked small.
Michael looked at me like he still expected something from me.
I felt my eyes fill, but not from sadness.
From pride.
Michael looked at me like he still expected something from me. Anger. Tears. A scene. Proof that he mattered.
I put my hand on Maria’s shoulder and said, “She’s right.”
That was it.
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