The invitation for this dinner arrived a week ago when Justin called me with a voice that sounded unusually kind. He told me that he and Kimberly wanted to fix the distance between us by having a nice dinner together.
I was naive enough to believe him and got dressed in my best silver dress for the occasion. I wanted to look elegant for my son and show him that I was still the woman who gave him everything.
When I arrived at the restaurant in Richmond, they were already seated at a table that was clearly meant for five people. Kimberly was wearing expensive perfume and jewelry that sparkled brightly under the crystal chandeliers.
She pointed out that I was late while looking at her gold watch with a look of annoyance. She called me by my first name instead of calling me Mom which felt like a deliberate attempt to ignore our relationship.
