days straight. She even slept in it.
“I get to throw flowers, Mommy!” she kept telling me. “On the GROUND! On PURPOSE!”
I knew Max would take our daughters to the wedding. And I knew what it would be like. A big fancy party, a hundred and fifty people, and my girls in the middle of it with their dad and his new wife and nobody who was really looking out for them.
June still needed help in the bathroom. Ava still got overwhelmed in big crowds. She’d go quiet and find a corner and not come out.
I didn’t want to leave them there alone.
So I decided I would go too.
The thought of it made me sick.
But I looked at that RSVP card on the refrigerator. Number attending: ___.
And I looked at that text again.
We all know perfectly well you don’t have anyone.
