Then I muted the conversation.
Daniel stirred beside me.
“Morning, wife.”
I smiled.
“Morning, husband.”
He opened one eye.
“Please tell me there’s coffee.”
“There’s a machine by the window.”
He groaned.
“Marriage is already full of responsibilities.”
I laughed.
Then he reached for my hand.
“How are you?”
I considered lying.
Telling him I was fine.
Instead, I said, “I’m sad.”
He nodded.
“I know.”
“I keep thinking about Mom.”
He sat up.
“Do you regret what you said?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
I looked toward my wedding dress.
“I wanted her to be proud of me.”
Daniel moved closer.
“She should be.”
I shook my head.
“That’s not the same as wanting her to show it.”
He didn’t try to correct me.
