But tonight, she finally understood something.
A person can give everything they have and still be taken for granted.
Margaret unlocked her phone.
She found the number she needed.
The venue manager.
Tiffany’s face changed.
“Margaret, don’t.”
Margaret looked at her.
“You should have thought about that before you forgot who made this possible.”
Daniel stepped forward.
“Mom, wait.”
Margaret looked at her son.
Not angrily.
Not with revenge.
Just disappointment.
The kind that comes after someone has been given too many chances.
Then she pressed the call button.
And for the first time in months, Margaret stopped trying to save everyone else.
She chose herself.
