“No.”
“Laura, she’s lying about you! She’s making you out to be a monster!”
“I said no, Mark.”
He stopped at the door.
“Those cards were a gift,” I said. “For Hannah. Not for me. If we tell her now, it’s not a gift anymore. It’s a weapon. It’s me using them to win.”
“This isn’t about winning.”
“Then don’t make it about winning,” I said. “She’s getting married in six months. She’s happy. Let her be happy. Let her have her mother back, if that’s what she wants. Whatever Crystal says aboutMother of bride gifts
me, I can survive it.”
Mark stood there with his keys in his hand for a long time.
“You’re crazy,” he finally said. “You know that?”
It was the same thing he’d said to me at that kitchen table nineteen years before.
