David’s expression shifted from polished confidence to one of utter bewilderment. He glanced quickly between Alex and me, his mind clearly scrambling to process the image of the boy who looked hauntingly similar to him.
“How… how is this possible?” David stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Margaret’s steely gaze darted from her son to me, the wheels in her mind undoubtedly spinning. This was not the evening she had planned. I could almost see the gears shifting as she tried to regain control of the situation. But this wasn’t her moment; it was mine.
“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.”
