One day over family dinner, the conversation shifted to Vincent’s upcoming wedding. “We can’t go; it’s just wrong,” Matilda’s son blurted, his face tense. The grandkids nodded in agreement. Matilda remained calm, her face giving nothing away, though her mind whirred with possibilities.
“What if we all go?” she suggested, her voice light. “Tell your father you’ll only attend if I’m invited too. It’s better if we face this together,” she added with a knowing look. Her family exchanged uncertain glances, sensing she had something up her sleeve.