“Because I don’t want to marry him while pretending you aren’t my mother.”
I closed my eyes.
That answer mattered.
It didn’t repair everything.
But it mattered.
“I can stay for the ceremony,” I said.
She nodded.
“And we’ll talk about the rest afterward.”
“Yes.”
Then I looked at Ethan.
“This wedding belongs to both of you.
Please don’t make the rest of the day about me.”
He nodded.
“Understood.”