May You Live With What You Choose
“I understood every word,” I said.
Sydney’s gaze hardened. “What are you going to do?” It was not an apology. It was a tactical question.
I slipped the phone into my coat pocket. “I’m going to finish delivering the wedding gifts.”
Mom moved closer. “What does that mean?”
I looked at Jason. “Be at the venue on time.”
His face shifted between confusion and hope. “You’re still going through with it?”