She’d hoped nobody would challenge her.
They had gone ahead with the wedding, although Travis had made
it clear that the conversation wasn’t finished.
“I looked through your album afterward,” Amanda said.
I waited.
“I didn’t remember writing that message to Sophie.”
“You did.”
“I know. I remember now.”
She took a breath.
“And I remember that picture of us. The one where you’re holding my hand.”
For several moments, neither of us spoke.
“I’ve hated photographs of myself since I was little,” Amanda admitted. “Even now, I find myself looking for that scar first. I know it’s ridiculous.”
“It isn’t ridiculous to feel insecure.”
“But what I did to Sophie was.”
“Yes.”
She didn’t argue.
“I convinced myself that if the wedding looked perfect, I’d finally have pictures I could enjoy. Then I started worrying about everything that might attract attention.”
