I Put One Envelope Beside the Father of the Bride

too immediate, too ugly to fake.

“Are you staying married to my son?” I asked.

Her eyebrows lifted. “That’s direct.”

“I’m old.”

A humorless laugh. “I don’t know. Ask me tomorrow.”

Fair enough.

She took a breath. “For what it’s worth, Ethan does love you. He’s just… weak around people he wants approval from.”

“I know.”

That was what hurt.

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