“Maya,” I whispered. “Our daughter can hear you.”
She glanced at Adele. “Then maybe she’ll learn not to settle.”
Then she slammed the door: no kiss for Shannon, no promise to call, just the door closing and six girls becoming my whole world at once.
“Our daughter can hear you.”
***
Back in the kitchen, Adele sat across from me.
“I can tell her no,” I said. “This is your wedding.”
“Tell her she’s welcome.”
My stomach dropped. “Adele.”
“I mean it.”
“She’s not coming for you. She’s coming to perform.”
“I know.”
“This is your wedding.”
“Then why let her?”
Adele looked at me for a long second. “Because you spent 15 years protecting us from the truth. I think it’s time the truth protected you.”
I went still.
“No.”
“You know what I’m asking for.”
“The box stays where it is.”
“I think it’s time the truth protected you.”