She Left, and They Finally Saw Her

"I wish Miss Lana could be my real mommy."

My seven-year-old son said it into a bright plastic microphone, in front of sixty smiling guests, on his birthday.

The backyard went dead silent.

The Stanley cup slipped from my hand and shattered against the patio stones. Hot coffee splashed up my bare thighs. I didn't flinch. I didn't make a sound. My eyes flew straight to my husband, waiting for him to correct his son. To say *anything*.

Instead, Kade laughed. He ruffled Emmett's hair like he'd just told a charming joke.

"He's just a kid," Kade told the staring crowd, that easy grin spreading across his face. "Don't make it weird, guys."

My mother-in-law, Eleanor, swept forward, clapping her hands. "Oh, children and their wild imaginations! Who wants the first slice of cake?"

"I want the blue piece!" a boy shouted, and just like that, the chatter resumed. A little too loud. A little too forced.

No one looked at me. Not one person.

I had been awake since four that morning. I'd sliced sixty pieces of fruit, arranged them into the shape of a dinosaur. I'd inflated the bouncy castle alone because Kade was "on a client call." I had two plastic Band-Aids on my fingers from where the paring knife slipped at five A.M.

And my son had just told sixty people he wanted a different mother.

I pushed through the sliding glass door and locked myself in the downstairs bathroom. My knees hit the cold tile. I pulled out my phone, shaking, and a notification lit up the screen.

*Oak Creek Elementary Parent Chat*

*Sarah's Mom: OMG what that kid just said was so awkward.*

*Liam's Dad: Did you see Wren's face? Yikes.*

I bit down on the inside of my cheek until the sharp, metallic taste of blood flooded my tongue.

The doorknob rattled. I'd forgotten to lock it.

Lana stepped inside.

Of course it was Lana. Emmett's after-school tutor for the last eighteen months. Blonde, twenty-eight, with a wardrobe full of floral dresses and a smile that always reached her eyes a half-second too late.

She pulled a tissue from the vanity and held it out to me. "Door was unlocked."

"It's occupied," I said.

"I just wanted to check on you. It was a harmless joke."

I turned to face her. "He asked for a new mother in front of sixty people."

"Kids will be kids." Her tone was soft, pitying. The exact tone a teacher uses on a child who lost a spelling bee. "Don't take it to heart, Wren. Emmett and I are just good friends."

"You're his tutor. You shouldn't even be at a family party."

"Kade invited me." She smiled. "He thought Emmett would like it."

I stared at her. She wore a floral dress without a single wrinkle. I wore a sundress soaked in coffee, with a smear of blue frosting across the apron.

"Please leave," I said.

"Clean yourself up, Wren. People are staring."

She slipped back