Patricia looked around.

“I didn’t know about your wife at first,” she said stiffly.

I held Ivy and Lily closer. “You shouldn’t have needed to.”

Her face went pale.

Paige’s voice softened. “Mom, I love you. But if you ever treat Lucas like he’s less important than me in our child’s life, we’re going to have a problem.”

“No,” Paige said. “I’d protect my child from someone who thinks fathers are backup parents.”

Patricia had nothing left to say.

For the first time since she had walked into that restroom, Patricia looked small. Not because anyone had shouted louder, but because everyone had finally heard her clearly.

—

In the staff room, I finished zipping Lily’s sleeper.

Paige appeared in the doorway with my wipes. “These fell out.”

“I’m sorry for my mom.”

“You didn’t do it.”

Lucas stood beside her. “I’ll make sure the complaint gets heard.”