Edward’s smile had vanished.
I’d been having a terrible week with Max.
I remembered what I said next too.
“I hate hearing it from him. I don’t like hearing it from you either.”
At the time, Edward had just stared at me.
I’d taken my cake and gone back to my desk.
I remembered what I said next too.
Now he stood at my ex-husband’s wedding holding those trousers.
“You remember,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“That stuck with me.”
Max looked impatient.
“What exactly is the point?”
“That stuck with me.”
“The point is Veronica never told me what I should weigh.”
Edward folded the trousers over his arm.
“She didn’t tell me I’d be more valuable if I looked different. She just made me realize I’d started talking to myself the way someone else was talking to her.”
