Dad’s voice boomed from somewhere near the living room. “Some people just don’t get hints about being unwanted.”

The laughter that followed felt like knives. Multiple people laughing at me, at my kids standing in the cold.

Mom’s expression shifted to something almost triumphant. “You really should learn to read the room, Sarah. Jessica is hosting some special guests, and frankly, we don’t have space for… your situation.”

“My situation?” my voice came out strangled. “Mom, these are your grandchildren.”

She glanced down at them like they were strangers begging at the door. “Yes. Well, perhaps next year you can make arrangements ahead of time. This is just for family today.”