“Exactly.”
He shook his head.
“You heard the opposite of what I said.”
For the first time, Margaret seemed uncertain.
Ethan took the photograph and left.
He didn’t call me.
That decision matters.
He understood that asking a woman to explain why her daughter had excluded her would make me responsible for a problem I hadn’t created.
He needed to speak with Lauren first.
At seven thirty the next morning, he placed the photograph on their kitchen table.
Lauren was packing.
The wedding was now less than two days away.
“Did you tell your mother not to come?”
She stopped.