PART 2
“Her name is Vanessa Cole,” Tyler announced.
“And today, I want everyone to know that I love her.”
Mason’s fingers slipped from mine.
“Mom… who’s Vanessa?”
I couldn’t answer.
Tyler continued.
“For years, I was afraid to choose the life I actually wanted.”
Then he asked Vanessa to stand.
A blonde woman in first class rose while passengers applauded.
Tyler proposed over the speaker.
She said yes.
Mason quietly folded his BEST PILOT EVER drawing and pushed it into his backpack.
That hurt more than anything Tyler had said.
I didn’t confront him.
Instead, I texted my sister, an attorney.
By the time we landed, she had already told me exactly what to document.
Then my phone connected to airport Wi-Fi.
Thirty-seven emails downloaded.
One was from our bank.
Tyler had withdrawn $94,000 from our joint savings three days earlier.
Another showed a home-equity loan for $310,
