“That’s because nothing was signed, Mr. Ashford.”
There was a long, heavy silence on the line.
“I see,” he said finally. His voice was very tired. “I was afraid of that.”
“Did you know they weren’t going to invite me to the wedding?”
Another silence.
“Laurelai handled the guest list,” he said quietly. “Cullen said you weren’t well. That you didn’t want to travel. I believed him. I’m sorry. I should have called you myself.”
“Yes,” I said. “You should have.”
“I’ll understand if you hang up on me.”
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