“She married your son Ryan,” Natalie said plainly.

“Ryan?” I asked in disbelief.

“Dad demanded that she marry someone from a wealthy family,” Natalie explained.

“Ryan worked as a mechanic fixing public school buses.

Dad literally called him a low-class mechanic with zero future right to his face in front of Paige.”

“Ryan was the most honest, hard-working man I ever raised,” I said fiercely, my heart swelling with pride and grief.

“I know he was,” Natalie said softly.