But being humiliated by your own child hurts differently.
It does not strike once.
It echoes.
My phone lit up again.
This time, Caroline’s name appeared.
I answered.
“Maggie,” she said, her voice trembling. “Where are you?”
“On my way home.”
“Are you okay?”
I looked toward the vending machines glowing in the distance.
“Not really.”
“I saw the chair,” she said. “I saw everything after you left. Daniel is losing his mind.”
I closed my eyes.
“What happened?”
“He confronted Vanessa in front of everyone.”
I remained silent.
“He asked who put you outside. She tried to blame the planner, but the wedding planner came over and said Vanessa personally changed the seating chart yesterday morning.”
A bitter laugh escaped me.
Caroline continued.
“Vanessa’s mother said you were being dramatic, and Daniel told her to stay out of it.”
That surprised me.
“He did?”
“Yes. Then he asked Vanessa why she did it.”
