Derek looked down at the phone.
“There’s something else.”
He opened another recording.
Vanessa’s voice filled the porch.
“You really think I needed that little girl to ruin my dress? I ruined it myself.”
Derek’s voice followed.
“Why?”
“Because I needed you to choose me.”
The recording stopped.
Derek looked at me.
“I recorded it.”
“Good.”
“You can use it.”
“I will.”
He nodded.
For a second, relief crossed his face.
Then he said the wrong thing.
“Maybe once this is over, we can talk.”
I stared at him.
“About
