When she heard you were dead and cremation was being rushed, she went to the reception venue, found your glass in the private cleanup storage, and took it to police.”

“Why didn’t she call me before the wedding?”

“She says she did.

Twice.”

I remembered two calls I had ignored while arranging the flower deliveries.

I had sent her a message: Please don’t start another argument about Leticia today.

For years, Connie had been the one person willing to tell me things I didn’t want to hear.

I had taught myself to dismiss her warnings as criticism.