I said no.
I chose Daniel instead.
Daniel was my best friend from high school. He worked at an auto shop, drove an old pickup, knew my coffee order, and never made me feel small for counting coupons.
I chose Daniel instead.
My parents stopped speaking to me the week I told them. My sister, Stacey, sent one text.
« You’re an idiot. He’ll never be able to give you anything. »
I deleted it, then cried in the grocery store parking lot anyway.
***
Daniel reached across the table. « Savannah, Connor could’ve given you a better life. »
« Connor could’ve given me expensive rooms to feel lonely in. »
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