“Why?”

“Because the wedding is three weeks away.”

“Three weeks,” I repeated.

She nodded, as though I had finally understood the important part, then carried the bag toward the family lounge without answering the question I had asked.

I let her go.

I did not have the energy to repeat it a fourth time before nine in the morning.

At 9:02, I played Megan’s new message.

“Claire, I know you’re angry, but please.