subtle.
And now Mom sat beneath a crystal chandelier surrounded by the sons who forgot to refill her prescriptions, skipped her medical appointments, and called me whenever there was a roof repair or unexpected bill.
The photographer cleared his throat.
“Ma’am, are you sure?”
Mom gave him a polished smile.
“Yes. Blood relatives only.”
Something inside me became very calm.
I picked up my clutch from the chair beside me, opened the payment app on my phone, and canceled the final pending transfer for the party.
Ryan noticed.
“What are
