Vanessa followed with a longer message saying I’d turned the wedding into a campaign to make her look heartless.

She accused Frank of enjoying her family’s embarrassment and warned that Lily and Owen were asking difficult questions.

There were also kind messages: photographs from Nora, congratulations from my aunt Marianne, a note from my college mentor who said the flowers had smelled like her grandmother’s garden.

I read those before I decided what to do with the others.

“You don’t have to answer today,” Marcus said.

“I know.