The afternoon sun bathed the park in gold as you watched Michael Jackson crouch to tie your daughter’s tiny sneakers. She giggled, bouncing on her heels, her smile bright and familiar — though she’d clearly inherited more of Michael’s charm than yours. You inhaled slowly, determined to stay calm. For her sake, you’d keep your emotions buried.

“Alright, kid,” Michael said, flashing that signature half-smile that still made your chest tighten. “Ready to meet Julia?”

Your stomach twisted, but you nodded anyway. Further into the park, you spotted Julia waiting on a bench. She was stunning — effortlessly bubbly, younger than him, and radiating confidence. Michael looked completely at ease beside her, proudly showing off your daughter while oblivious to the jealousy creeping under your skin.

“Aveline, this is Julia,” Michael said warmly. “She’s hanging out with us today.” “Hi, sweetie!” Julia cooed, kneeling to your daughter’s level. “You are absolutely precious!”

Michael leaned casually against the bench, smiling at the interaction, but something about Julia’s over-the-top enthusiasm felt wrong. Every laugh, every playful touch, every hug made your chest tighten. “Let’s take a selfie!” Julia chirped, pulling out her phone before you could react.