I hesitated. Then nodded. “If you’re happy, that’s what matters.”
His shoulders relaxed. Like he’d just been forgiven for something I didn’t fully understand yet.
***
The wedding invitation arrived six weeks later. Small ceremony. Close family only. I stared at it for a long time. Mom’s name was nowhere on it. No mention. No acknowledgment of how little time had passed.
Still, I went.
Mom’s name was nowhere on it. No mention.
I told myself I was doing the mature thing. The loving thing. The daughter thing. Standing there on the wedding day, surrounded by smiles and champagne and soft music, I repeated that lie in my head.
