why.”
“And then you stood up there,” Brittany said. “In that sage dress. And you smiled. In every single picture. And I kept looking at you and thinking, she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know I’m standing here
in a dress that was paid for with her half of Grandpa’s land.”
She put her face in her hands.
“I couldn’t look at you,” she said. “For two years. Every time I saw your name on my phone, I felt sick.
Every time Mom said ‘Jess is fine,’ I wanted to throw up.”
I didn’t say anything for a long time.
I wanted to be angry. I want to be honest about that. Part of me was. Part of me wanted to stand up
and walk off that dock and drive away and never come back.
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