The Moment the Masks Came Off
Sharon turned slightly, still facing Lena.
Then she said it—slow, clear, impossible to misunderstand:
“After sleeping with my son behind my daughter-in-law’s back.”
Gasps.
Chairs shifting.
Someone whispering, “Oh my God.”
Ben’s face drained of color.
Lena froze like her body forgot how to move.
That’s when I stepped forward.
I connected my laptop to the screen we’d set up for photos.
