And suddenly, my wedding. Suddenly, ‘we’re finally together again.’
Why now, Mom?”
Maya didn’t answer.
She didn’t have to.
Because a man near the back — one of the few guests I didn’t recognize — shifted uncomfortably, and Maya’s eyes flicked to him, and I understood, and so did Adele.
“That’s not Harrison,” Adele said quietly. “I looked him up. Harrison left you three years ago. For someone younger. Took most of it back in the divorce, because — surprise — a man who steals someone else’s wife isn’t a loyal husband.”
She set the document down on the table.
“You’re not here because you missed us.
You’re here because the money ran out, and you saw my wedding announcement, and you thought a wealthy son-in-law and six grown daughters might be a soft place to land.
You didn’t come back for a family, Mom.
You came back for a new sponsor.”
Maya’s mouth
