I Brought One Envelope to My Ex-Husband’s Wedding

twisting away and shouting something about Brent, which I assumed was the golf instructor because of course his name was Brent.

Vivian sat down hard in a white chair and missed part of it.

I adjusted Lily on my hip.

Grant looked at me then. Really looked.

Not with regret. Men like him rarely manage that on schedule.

With panic.

Pure panic.

Like he was finally continue reading …