A few family members shifted in their seats, and I could see Tessa’s face turn slightly pink, her eyes avoiding mine. I took a deep breath and continued.

“When we missed the wedding, it wasn’t because I was angry. It was because I was making a choice—a choice to show Maya that family stands by each other. And that brings me to my surprise.”

I turned to Maya, who was now beaming with a mix of pride and nervous excitement. From her pocket, she pulled out a small, beautifully wrapped box. She handed it to Tessa across the table.