Nina paced across the kitchen, her footsteps sharp and deliberate.

"You lied."

Her voice was cold, cutting through the tense silence like a blade. She glared at you, then tossed the rainbow flag onto the table as if it burned her fingertips.

Your heart sank. The secret was out.

"Mom, look—"

"No." Her voice cracked like a whip, cutting you off before you could explain. "Don’t ‘Mom’ me! I am so disappointed in you. Where did I go wrong? Seriously?”

Her words stung, each one sinking deep into your chest.

Simon, who had been sitting quietly, finally stood. He had watched long enough. His gaze flickered between his wife and his child before he stepped forward, his voice steady.

"Nina, does it really matter? As long as they’re happy?"

"Yes, it does!" she shouted, her voice shaking with anger. "I did not raise them to be like this!"

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of her words suffocating the air.

Simon’s jaw tightened. His expression darkened.