Promised she’d explain after the wedding.
It wasn’t enough.
I didn’t yell.
Didn’t demand she cancel her plans.
But I no longer pretended we understood each other.
Friday night, I took the velvet box from the drawer.
Read the note again.
Then made a decision.
I would take the locket to St.
Mark’s before the ceremony.
I would ask Helen to give it to Lauren privately.
I would leave.
That was all.
I wasn’t going to seek a seat.