“Where’s Mom?” his sister asked. “We’re all getting ready for the family photo.”
“Preparing to make an entrance, I’m sure,” I said sweetly.
“We’re all getting ready for the family photo.”
His brother laughed.
“She always does. She invited everyone to watch the Instagram live this year.”
I stopped mid-step.
“An Instagram live?” I asked, keeping my voice light.
“Yeah,” he said, holding up his phone. “I did mention it, didn’t I? I’m going live for the whole photo shoot. Her club friends love it.”
My conscience tapped me on the shoulder one last time.
“She invited everyone to watch the Instagram live.”
I looked toward the hallway, where Diane was still busy.
I thought about every laugh at that breakfast table.
Every joke about women who “gave up.”
And I picked up the baby, kissed his soft cheek, and said nothing.
“You coming to the beach?” Dylan asked.
“In a minute,” I said. “I want to see this.”
