“There’s something I need to say,” he announced.
We thought it was something special—a trip, maybe, something Mom deserved after decades of sacrifice. He raised his glass.
“You know, time changes things,” he said evenly. “And unfortunately, some things don’t age well.”
Nora frowned. “Dad, what are you doing?”
Ignoring her, he looked straight at Mom. “Unfortunately, you’ve reached your expiration date.”
The room went silent. None of us could process what we’d just heard.
“You’re not the woman I married,” he continued casually. “The gray hair, the wrinkles… the extra weight.”
