Nathan’s face reddened. “Sarah, she’s manipulating you.”
“Funny. She said you’d say that.”
Vanessa raised a finger. “Actually, I said he’d call you jealous first.”
Your past and present finally met.
Nathan glared. “Have you two lost your minds?”
“No. Just our patience.”
I opened my folder. “Joel is eleven now. Five years without support, Nathan. My lawyer is reviewing what you owe under our divorce agreement.”
Vanessa placed another folder beside mine. “And I’ve started the process of securing support for Lily.”
She’s manipulating you.
Nathan stared at the papers. “You’re both suing me?”
“We’re pursuing what our children are entitled to,” I said.
“This is ridiculous!”
“Agreed,” Vanessa replied. “Two children, three engagements, and somehow you still think you’re the victim.”
You’re both suing me?
I tilted my head. “Does Claire know about Joel and Lily?”
“Leave Claire out of this!”
Vanessa pulled out her phone. “She certainly seemed interested when I contacted her.”
He went pale. “You contacted Claire?”
“Relax. I only told her the truth.”
You still think you’re the victim.
“You had no right!”
“Interesting,” I said. “You never worried much about anyone else’s rights.”
His phone buzzed.
Then buzzed again.
Nathan glanced at the screen. “Claire’s calling.”
She certainly seemed interested.
Vanessa leaned back. “Well, don’t keep your fiancée waiting.”
He rejected the call.
It rang again.
“She’s probably wondering why your romantic history suddenly requires a spreadsheet,” I said.
Vanessa snorted.
Don’t keep your fiancée waiting.
Nathan grabbed his jacket. “I’m leaving.”
“Of course,” I replied. “It’s your specialty.”
He stopped.
“Sarah, you don’t understand…”
“I understand perfectly. And this time, you can’t disappear from the paperwork.”
Vanessa slid a business card across the table. “Our lawyers can handle the rest.”
It’s your specialty.
Nathan stared at it.
Then his phone rang a third time.
Vanessa glanced at the screen.
“Persistent woman. I like her already.”
I stood. “We’re done here.”
Our lawyers can handle the rest.
“That’s it?”
“Unless you’d like to explain your next engagement in advance.”
We walked out together.
***
Outside, Vanessa exhaled. “Did we really just do that?”
“Apparently.”
Her phone buzzed.
We’re done here.
Claire: Thank you for telling me. I had no idea.
“Think she’ll marry him?” I asked.
“Would you?”
“Not even with a coupon.”
We burst out laughing.
For once, Nathan wasn’t the one deciding when the conversation ended.
Thank you for telling me.
***
Joel was waiting when I got home.
“Mom, why did Mrs. Ivy have Dad’s watch?”
“I found out.”
“Does Dad know about us?”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
Why did Mrs. Ivy have Dad’s watch?
“Then why didn’t he come?”
Before, I would’ve invented an excuse.
Not anymore.
“I don’t know. But it wasn’t because of you.”
Joel nodded. “Close your eyes!”
I would’ve invented an excuse.
When I opened them, a crooked cardboard jewelry box sat on the table.
“For your jewelry!”
Inside was a note.
‘Mom, when I grow up, I’ll buy you a real one.’
My eyes filled.
Close your eyes!
“Mom! It’s supposed to be happy!”
“It is.”
“But it’s just cardboard.”
“I wouldn’t trade it for gold.”
He grinned. “Good. Because I’m eleven and completely broke.”
I’ll buy you a real one.
I laughed and hugged him.
“Can we put it on your dresser?”
“Right in the middle.”
“Even though it’s crooked?”
“Especially because it’s crooked.”
Joel carried it upstairs.
I’m eleven and completely broke.
For years, I’d worried about everything Nathan hadn’t given him.
But my son had turned discarded cardboard into something beautiful.
Nathan had spent five years avoiding responsibility.
I’d spent five years making excuses for him.
Now I understood: Joel didn’t need me to protect his father’s reputation. He needed the truth—and a mother who trusted the family we’d built.
