The same tired woman looked back.
Then I got that wonderful text.
Come to my wedding with Claire and bring our daughters. Oh, and your invitation does include a +1, but we all know perfectly well you don’t have anyone.
The actual invitation came in the mail two days later. Thick cream-colored paper. Gold letters.
Maxwell Turner and Claire Dawson request the honor of your presence.
There was a little card inside. RSVP. Number attending: ___.
I put it on the refrigerator under a magnet shaped like a strawberry and stared at it every morning while I made the girls’ lunches.
I didn’t want to go. God, I didn’t want to go.
But Max had already told the girls. Ava was going to be a junior bridesmaid. June was going to be the flower girl. Claire had picked out matching pink dresses for them. June was so excited she wore the dress around the house for three
