“I should have known. I should have known it was you. It was always you. You were always the one at the mailbox.”
Somewhere behind us, people were clapping. People were crying. I heard Joanne blow her nose so loudly that it echoed off the rafters.
And then I heard a chair scrape back hard against the floor.
I looked up.Support Causes
Crystal was standing at her table near the back. Her face was white. Her eyes were wet. She grabbed her little champagne purse and walked out of the barn through the side door without
saying a word to anyone.
Nobody stopped her.
The DJ, a young man who clearly had no idea what to do, finally cleared his throat into his
microphone.
“Uh,” he said. “So. Next up was going to be the mother-son dance and the father-daughter dance.
But, uh…” He looked at his paper, then back at Hannah. “I’m getting the feeling there might be a change?”
