“I have to do this,” Ethan said quietly, his voice steady despite the nervous tick. He looked deep into my eyes. “Mom… if I bring her today. If I do what I need to do… will you stay by me? No matter what happens?”
I frowned, confused by the intensity of his request. “Of course I will, Ethan. I’m always by your side. But what are you talking about? Bring her where?”
He didn’t answer. He just kissed Chloe’s forehead, grabbed his cap, and walked out the door. I didn’t understand the magnitude of what he was planning, not until the processional music finally started to play in that suffocating auditorium.
Chapter 5: The Procession of Shame
The Oakridge High Auditorium felt like a pressure cooker. The air conditioning was failing against the body heat of a thousand proud, chattering parents.
I sat firmly in the third row, the best seat I could manage to save. My dress was a modest, floral thrift-store purchase that I had ironed three times, but it still felt inadequate among the sea of designer silk and tailored suits around me. My cheap shoes pinched my toes fiercely. At my feet sat the bulky, heavily stuffed diaper bag—a jarring, silent, fluorescent-colored intruder in a pristine space reserved for the unburdened, limitless dreams of eighteen-year-olds.
