Greg stood beside me, smiling proudly for the first time in years.
Liam looked around the yard, thanking every guest individually before turning toward us.
Everyone noticed his expression change.
He wasn’t angry.
He wasn’t nervous.
He was calm.
Almost too calm.
“I want to make a toast to my parents,” he began.
The conversations faded instantly.
Greg wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
Liam met both our eyes.
“So, the truth is, I know everything that has been happening in our family all these years.”
The smile disappeared from Greg’s face.
Liam took a slow breath.
“But there is something you don’t know about me.”
The entire backyard fell silent.
He paused, letting his eyes travel across every face gathered around us.
“I’ve heard every argument you thought happened after I went to bed.”
No one moved.
“I’ve heard every joke Dad made about me.”
Greg shifted uncomfortably.
“I’ve heard every time Mom tried to defend both of us.”
