At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”
“She’s busy.”
“So is Tristan?”
Another silence.
Then:
“You know my medications.”
“The caregiver has the medication list.”
“You know how I like my pillows.”
That almost broke me.