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

apology for Emma?”

Kelsey swallowed.

Then she pulled out a folded card.

Handwritten. Good. No Hallmark cowardice.

“I wrote it,” she said. “I know it doesn’t fix anything.”

“No,” I said. “It doesn’t.”

Mark stood there with his hands locked together. He looked older than he had on Friday.

Then came the turn I honestly hadn’t expected.

Kelsey reached into her continue reading …