just held up a mirror. You did the rest.”
Max looked at him for a long time.
Then he looked at me.
“Hannah,” he said. “I—”
He didn’t finish.
He just shook his head and walked back toward the tent, where his new wife was sitting at her mother’s table, not looking for him.
The drive home was quiet.
The girls were both asleep in the back seat within ten minutes. June was snoring. Ava had her head against the window, still holding her little bouquet.
I sat in the passenger seat and looked out at the dark highway.
I didn’t know what to say.
Edward didn’t say anything either. He just drove.
When we pulled up in front of my little rental on Elm Street, he turned off the engine. We sat there in the dark.
“Edward,” I said finally.
“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have
