He simply held my hand.
After a while, he asked whether I wanted breakfast downstairs.
I said yes.
We dressed, packed our overnight bags, and went to the hotel restaurant.
Several wedding guests were staying there.
They congratulated us.
Asked about Greece.
Complimented the ceremony.
One elderly relative hugged me and whispered that my mother had been out of line.
I thanked her.
Then Daniel and I sat beside the window and ordered breakfast.
For nearly an hour, nobody mentioned Khloe.
I hadn’t realized how peaceful that could feel.
***
By Sunday afternoon, the family group chat had become a disaster.
Khloe posted a photograph from the gender reveal.
Pink smoke drifted behind her and Tyler.
Her caption read:
*Our beautiful baby girl deserves all the happiness in the world. Sadly, some people can’t celebrate anyone but themselves.*
Mom responded with a heart.
Then she added:
*Family should always come first.*
Several relatives liked the message.
Others remained silent.
I didn’t reply.
But Megan sent me a screenshot from a separate conversation.
Khloe had told several people that I’d canceled her honeymoon out of jealousy.
She claimed the trip had been a gift from our mother.
She didn’t mention the credit card.
She didn’t mention that our original reservations had never been transferred.
