I Let My Mother Think She’d Secured My Sister’s Wedding

have it?”

“Not yet.”

Her face did this strange shift. Hurt was still there. But something else moved in beside it. Not joy. More like balance coming back under her feet.

“You can stop it?”

“I can stop the contract from getting finalized. Or I can push it through. Or I can do neither and let the deadline roll past.”

Emma stared at the papers, then out the continue reading …