plan to ask Edward.
It just came out. We were eating lunch in the back room of the library on a rainy Thursday in May. He’d brought me half of a turkey sandwich, like always. I was picking at it.
“You’re quiet,” he said.
“Max’s wedding is in three weeks.”
“You’re going?”
“I have to. The girls are in it. I’m not leaving them alone with him for a whole day and night.” I took a breath. “He sent me this text.”
I handed Edward my phone.
He read it. His face didn’t change much. But I saw his hand tighten on the phone.
He read it twice. Then he handed it back.
“Wow,” he said quietly.
“Yeah.”
“He’s really something.”
“Yeah.”
We sat there for a while. Rain on the windows.
“I just want to show him I’m doing fine,” I said. “That’s all. I just want to walk
