she’ll be too tired to care.’”
Nobody moved.
I looked at my husband.
The party stopped mattering.
The food stopped mattering.
The twenty-two relatives stopped mattering.
The real betrayal stood six feet away.
“You said that?”
Caleb swallowed.
“I didn’t mean it the way he’s making it sound.”
“Then how did you mean it?”
Silence.
Ron scoffed.
“This is ridiculous.”
I turned toward him.
“No. What’s ridiculous is thinking my answer disappears because I’m exhausted.”
Then Aunt Melissa picked up her suitcase.
“I’m leaving.”
Ron spun toward her.
“Nobody is
