“Everyone, this is Melanie.”
I stared at him, waiting for the joke.
It never came.
“What are you doing, Michael?” I asked.
“I’m finally living my life.”
Maya stepped forward.
“Have you lost your mind?”
I stared at him.
Michael ignored her.
Sasha’s hand slipped into mine.
That small touch pulled me back.
I crouched beside her.
“Go with Auntie Hannah and help choose the first fireworks.”
Michael ignored her.
She looked at Michael. “Is Daddy mad?”
“No, baby. But the grown-ups need to talk.”
My aunt understood. She gathered all three children and led them toward the front porch with promises of ice cream.
***
Once they were gone, I faced Michael.
“Is Daddy mad?”
“You brought her into our children’s home?”
His mouth twisted.
“Don’t make a scene, Jenna.”
I looked around at the silent yard.
“You walked into my barbecue holding another woman’s hand. The scene arrived with you.”
