My throat tightened.
I believed him.
Not because I forgot the past, but because, for one foolish, hopeful moment, I thought truth had finally beaten it.
“I spent years being the reason you felt small, Maggie.”
***
That night, in the hotel suite, everything changed.
I was unpinning my hair when Kevin’s phone buzzed. He read the screen and went still.
The message was from Travis.
“People are already joking about the blog woman marrying her bully. Alumni brunch tomorrow should be interesting.”
My stomach dropped. “That’s why he looked away at the wedding.”
The message was from Travis.
Kevin’s jaw tightened. “I said drop it.”
“No. Talk to me, Kev. Come on, sweetheart.”
“I’m tired.”
“You were fine 10 minutes ago.”
“Then let me be tired, Maggie.”
His voice went flat.
I slept beside him, but it felt like sleeping beside a locked door.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
***
The next morning, Kevin was dressed in the living room, staring out the window.
