“There’s something I should’ve said before we came.”
I stared at him. My face burned.
“You could’ve told me that before we came, Ed.”
“Yes.”
“Instead you let me walk in there pretending you were my boyfriend. You don’t get to teach me lessons by tricking me.”
“You could’ve told me that before we came, Ed.”
“You’re right.”
No explanation.
No excuse.
Just that.
I walked farther down the hallway before I cried at my ex-husband’s wedding, which was a level of humiliation I refused to provide free of charge.
“You’re right.”
Edward followed but kept several feet between us.
Then a small voice stopped me.
“Mom?”
My oldest daughter stood near the hallway.
I wiped under one eye quickly.
“Hey.”
A small voice stopped me.
