I waited.
She took a breath.
“Tyler and I have been fighting.”
I sat down.
“I’m sorry.”
“He’s upset about the smoke. And the tickets. And the fact that I kept telling people you canceled our honeymoon.”
I said nothing.
She continued.
“He asked me whether I really believed you owed us a trip.”
I waited.
“And I told him Mom had promised it.”
“What did he say?”
“He said Mom can’t promise something that doesn’t belong to her.”
I stared at the wall.
Khloe began crying.
“I was embarrassed, okay?”
I listened.
“I stood in front of everyone announcing this amazing gift, and then you said it had been canceled.”
“Because it had been.”
“I know.”
Her voice shook.
“But I felt humiliated.”
I took a breath.
“Khloe, did you ever consider how I felt when you stopped my first dance?”
She was quiet.
Then she whispered, “Not really.”
I closed my eyes.
It wasn’t a complete apology.
But it was the first answer she’d given me that didn’t immediately make everything my fault.
She continued.
