“And you thought I belonged to the old life.”
She nodded.
“Yes.”
That hurt.
Still.
Even after six weeks.
Even after the ceremony.
I appreciated that she didn’t try to soften it.
Lauren continued.
“I’ve spent years telling people how independent I am.
How I worked for everything.”
She laughed bitterly.
“And I started leaving out the part where you made it possible.”
I didn’t answer.