My eyes filled with tears.
I thought it was gratitude.
I thought they were about to give me a hug, a speech, maybe a small gift.
But after the last guest left, everything changed.
Noah looked at me and said, “Aunt, we need to talk.”
Mason reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick envelope.
He slid it across the table.
“We need you to read this.”
My hands shook as I opened it.
At the top of the document were three words: