all I could see was what Max saw.
You used to have a slim waist.
In the twelfth fitting room, I sat down on the little bench in my underwear and started crying.
Kate pushed the curtain open and sat down next to me.
“Hannah.”
“I can’t do this. I can’t go. Everyone’s going to look at me and think, no wonder he left.”
“Nobody is going to think that.”
“Max is going to think it. Claire’s going to think it. All his friends. All his family. His mother always thought I wasn’t good enough.”
Kate was quiet for a moment.
“Do you know what I think?” she said.
“What?”
“I think you’re trying on dresses to make Max like you again.” She took my hand. “Stop it. Pick a dress you like. For you. Not for him.”
I looked at her.
Then I looked at the rack of dresses
