At my husband’s funeral, his mother fixed her gaze on me and said with chilling calm, “Better he’s gone now than forced to live with the embarrassment she brought him.”

went on. “Elena doesn’t need to prove anything. I already did.”

“Turn it off,” Vivian whispered.

I didn’t.

“Elena… I’m sorry I didn’t stop it sooner. Noah—hold your mom’s hand. She’s stronger than all of them.”

Noah’s hand slipped into mine.

That nearly broke me.

But Vivian made one last mistake.

“This is fake,” she said. “She made this.”

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