“You never asked what happened after I left,” I said softly, but firmly enough for the nearby guests to hear. “You were so quick to move on, to ‘upgrade.’ But life has a way of catching up with us, doesn’t it?”

Margaret recovered her composure, her voice taking on a syrupy sweetness. “Well, isn’t this a delightful surprise,” she cooed, attempting to mask the tension. “I must say, he’s a handsome boy.”

“Thank you,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral. “He’s a wonderful child, and I’m very proud of him.”