Diane tried to claim the recording was fake, but my brother-in-law, a lawyer, pointed out that Warren’s voice was unmistakable. Years ago, they had planned to take my house through a forged power of attorney, and had only fled when Warren’s business partner discovered his debts. That was why Diane had left so abruptly, and why she never returned until she needed money again.

Hazel explained the real reason for her phone. She had heard that Diane was about to lose her home to Warren’s creditors, and suspected the visit was another scheme. She wanted to give her mother a chance to be honest. Instead, Diane had arrived with expensive gifts and no apology. Warren muttered that they were leaving, and my children stood in a line, silent, as they walked out.

I did not shout. I told Diane that if she ever wanted to know her children, she would have to start with the truth, and an apology without a request attached to it. She cried, and I felt only tired sympathy. Hazel handed back the tablet, saying she would rather earn her own.

The party resumed, and the cake was cut again. That night, my children and I sat on the porch, and Hazel leaned her head on my shoulder. I told her I was proud of her. She said she was proud of me too, for staying. I have never needed anything more than that.