Sarah’s sedan.
Jason’s truck.
Confused and shaking, I followed the officer inside.
The doors opened.
The lights flicked on.
“HAPPY—” Jason began shouting before stopping abruptly when he saw my face.
Decorations filled the room. Balloons. Streamers. A banner that read:
“HAPPY 60TH MOM.”
Five of my children stood there looking nervous and guilty.
“So… you were all here,” I said quietly.
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