What happened afterward forced my husband to choose between the family he grew up with and the life we had built together.
Six weeks after one of the most difficult chapters of our lives, I was still choosing clothes that hid how much everything had changed.
That was how Marcus and I ended up outside Brianna’s apartment on a Thursday evening, holding an engagement card his aunt had accidentally mailed to our house instead of hers.
Her apartment door was slightly open.
As we stepped closer, Brianna lowered her voice in that fake-friendly way she used whenever she wanted to sound sweet while saying something unkind.
She was in the kitchen, talking on speakerphone with her best friend, Tasha.
« I have to invite her, » Brianna laughed. « Marcus is paying for everything. »
Tasha laughed too.
