He had Marcus’ dark hair and my blue eyes, and when he smiled, he could charm anyone into anything. That morning, his charm felt like acid. “Hey, Mom.
Sophia called me about the wedding thing.”
“Did she?”
“Look, I think you need to apologize to her. She’s really upset, and with the wedding so close, she doesn’t need this stress.”
I set down my coffee cup with deliberate precision. “She called me a pest, Ethan.
For trying to include people who love her in her wedding.”
“Come on, Mom. You know how brides get. She’s just stressed.
The mature thing to do would be to apologize and move on.”
“The mature thing?”
“Yeah. Look, I know you mean well, but sometimes you can be a little intense about family stuff. Just say you’re sorry.
Uninvite whoever she wants you to uninvite, and everything will be fine.”
I stared out at my perfectly manicured garden, at the roses Marcus and I had planted together, at the life we had built for these children. “And if I don’t?”
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