The touch steadied me more than I wanted to admit.
“Jordan,” I said evenly. “Percy.”
Percy tilted her head in a small nod.
She was already scanning the yard like she was measuring the furniture.
Then Jordan’s eyes landed on Clark.
He looked him up and down.
Once. Twice.
And then he laughed.
Then Jordan’s eyes landed on Clark.
Loud, ugly.
The kind of laugh that made nearby guests turn their heads.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jordan said, wiping at the corner of his eye. “Him? With you?”
“Jordan, please,” I said quietly.
“No, no, I’m serious.” He gestured at Clark like he was showcasing a car. “A man like this. Have you even looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Come on.”
“Him? With you?”
Heat crawled up my neck.
Percy pressed her lips together, hiding a smile behind her wine glass.
I wanted to disappear into the concrete under my feet.
Clark didn’t flinch.
He didn’t even look at me.
He simply reached down, lifted the small wrapped box from where he’d set it on the patio table, and held it out toward Jordan with an easy, unbothered smile.
Clark didn’t flinch.
“Funny,” he said. “You spent years judging people by their looks. Your children judged you by something much harder to fake.”
He held out the wrapped box.
“They asked me to make sure you got this.”
Jordan’s laughter cut off mid-breath.
He blinked at the box.
He held out the wrapped box.
“Go ahead,” Clark added quietly. “Open it.”
Percy leaned in, curious now.
A few of the closer guests drifted quieter, sensing something.
Jordan took the box with a smirk.
He tore off the ribbon and lifted the lid.
His face changed.
“Go ahead. Open it.”
I couldn’t see what was inside from where I stood.
But I watched the color drain out of him like someone had pulled a stopper.
His jaw slackened.
His fingers dug into the cardboard.
“What is this?” he said.
He pulled out a photograph.
I watched the color drain out of him.
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Ethan, maybe seven years old, riding on Jordan’s shoulders at some forgotten summer fair.
Then another.
Then a stack of homemade Father’s Day cards, the crayon still bright.
Then the printed screenshots.
Message after message.
“Dad, are you coming to my game?”
Then the printed screenshots.
“Dad, please answer.”
Dates stamped in the corners.
Months of silence.
At the bottom, a folded note in Ethan’s handwriting.
Jordan read it.
Then he exploded.
A folded note in Ethan’s handwriting.
“You put him up to this?” Jordan spun on me, eyes wild. “You. You did this.”
“I didn’t,” I said. “This wasn’t me, Jordan.”
“Liar!”
Percy tugged at Jordan’s sleeve.
“Jordan, just let it go. People are staring.”
“Shut up, Percy.”
The words snapped out before he could catch them.
“You. You did this.”
Her face went blank, then tight.
I saw something small and sharp flicker behind her eyes.
She looked down at the screenshots still clutched in Jordan’s hands.
Then she took the note from his hands and read it aloud.
“Since Percy is your real family now,” she whispered, “we thought you’d want these memories back.”
The yard went silent except for the filter humming in the pool.
She took the note from his hands and read it aloud.
She stared at it for several long seconds before looking back at him.
“You told me your ex poisoned the kids against you.”
