“You let me plan your funeral,” I said.
Karl flinched. “I know that was hard.”
“Hard?” My voice rose. “I watched them carry you out while I was still in my wedding dress.”
A man two rows ahead turned to stare.
Karl lowered his voice again. “I said I’m sorry. I knew you’d understand once I explained. I did this for us… You can see that, can’t you?”
That hit harder than anything else.
“No. You did it for the money, Karl.”
“That’s not fair.” He leaned closer, irritation creeping in. “You have no idea what kind of opportunity this is. I didn’t want to burden you with the decision, babe.”
“Burden me? No… you just didn’t want me to say no.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. Watching him struggle to understand why I wasn’t jumping at the chance made something inside me settle into place.
