“Cullen. Is that true? You told me she didn’t want to come. You told me she said weddings were too much for her now.”
Cullen turned around.
“Blythe, honey—”
“You told me she offered us the house. You said she couldn’t wait for us to move in. You said she cried when you told her.”
“She would have,” Cullen said desperately. “If I’d asked her. She would have said yes. She always says yes.”
The words hung there over my lawn.
She always says yes.
And I thought: That’s it.
