We’d planned this joint birthday party for weeks, and I’d spent hours making everything just right. Meredith arrived with Seth around noon, carrying a small gift bag that looked suspiciously light. I didn’t say anything, but I noticed her effort for her son’s party seemed minimal compared to mine.

The party started off fine. We had cake, sang happy birthday to both boys, and watched them open their presents.

Wesley was still beaming about his gaming system, showing it off to anyone who’d listen. Seth, on the other hand, seemed bored and kept making snarky remarks about the decorations and food.

After the cake and gifts, Wesley ran up to me, his smile bright as ever.

“Mom, can Seth and I go upstairs and play the new game system? Please?” he asked.

I hesitated for a second. Something about Seth’s attitude that day set me on edge, but I didn’t want to be the overprotective mom who spoils the fun.

“Sure, sweetie, but please be really careful with the new system, okay?” I said, ruffling his hair.

Seth rolled his eyes dramatically. “Chill, Aunt Camille. It’s just a kid’s toy anyway. We’re not gonna break your precious little machine.”

The way he said “kid’s toy” made my stomach twist, but I forced a smile.