But we were together.
Then the gifts started.
A pearl necklace for Rose.
A designer coat for May.
A car payment for June.
No name.
No return address.
“Girls, don’t tell me each of you suddenly has a rich fiancé,” I joked one day.
Then one of my granddaughters looked at me and said,
“They’re gifts from Mom. We’ve been talking to her for a while. You just didn’t know.”
For a moment, it felt like the floor disappeared beneath my feet.
Lisa had come back into their lives…
But she had not even tried to contact me.
I invited her to Sunday dinner, hoping maybe time had softened her heart.
She showed up two hours late.
“I want to reconnect,” she said. “People are asking why my daughters aren’t in my life. It looks… strange.”
My fork froze halfway to my mouth.
“So this is about your reputation?”
Lisa shrugged.
