“And I need you to stop telling people I stole your honeymoon.”
She swallowed.
“I’ve already corrected that with some of them.”
I waited.
“I told them Mom bought extra flights on your card without asking. And that your trip was never transferred.”
I was surprised.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you’d say I only did it because Tyler was angry.”
I considered that.
“Did you?”
She hesitated.
“Partly.”
I almost laughed.
At least she was being honest.
Then she added, “But I also knew the story I was telling wasn’t true.”
I nodded.
“Thank you for correcting it.”
We spoke for another ten minutes.
She told me about a prenatal appointment.
I asked whether the baby was doing well.
She said everything was progressing normally.
Before ending the call, she whispered, “I’m sorry I interrupted your dance.”
I looked toward the wedding photograph.
“Thank you.”
“And I’m sorry I made you look selfish in front of everyone.”
I swallowed.
“That hurt more than you probably realize.”
“I know.”
I wasn’t sure she did.
Not yet.
