When the store changed ownership, I panicked. When it went to private appointments only, I called and memorized the number. When I finally had enough, I drove there on a Wednesday in my work shoes and bought it without trying it on. Because it was never for me.

Now, standing beside his wife, Mark finally whispered, “You bought this?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“For me?”

“Who else?”

That was when his eyes filled.

I put my hand over his for one second. “I just wanted to see you get married, dear.” Then I turned to Chloe. “I wish you both a beautiful life together, sweetheart.”

She said softly, “I didn’t know…”

“I believe you.” I meant it. Then I turned and walked.

Mark came after me before I reached the doors. Outside, the rain had stopped, and city lights reflected in the wet pavement.

“Mom…”

“Mom, please.”

I turned. My son was breathing hard, ring box still in one hand, looking nothing like the polished man inside. He looked like the little boy who used to apologize for running fevers because he knew I’d have to buy medicine.

“Come back inside,” he said. “Eat dinner. Bless us.”

“My blessings were never the problem, dear,” I said.

He flinched.

“I was always blessing you,” I added. “Even when you were ashamed of me.”

Mark’s face crumpled. “I wasn’t ashamed of you.”

I raised my eyebrows.

He closed his eyes. “Okay. I was. Not of you, Mom. Of where I came from. Of how they’d see you and know what that meant about me. That’s why I sent you to that abandoned building. I told myself if you ended up there, you’d turn around and stay away.”

There it was. Ugly and human… and devastating.

“Thank you for finally telling the truth, dear,” I said. I reached into my purse for my phone and called a cab before looking back at my son. “I tried to drive all the way here, but even my car betrayed me. A tire went flat, and I had to walk the last stretch through the rain.”

Mark wiped his face. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

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