bridal shower.
She’d called me Mom during her wedding speech.
Now she couldn’t look at me.
She whispered, “It started after Daniel and I were having problems.”
Daniel’s face tightened.
“We were stressed about the wedding.”
“You were never home.”
“I was working overtime to pay for the wedding.”
“I know.”
“Then don’t rewrite it.”
Mark tried again. “We crossed a line. It got out of control.”
I looked at him. “No.”
He frowned. “What?”
“Things don’t get out of control for four months. You make choices for four months.”
