Sarah and Kate looked at each other like I had committed a crime.
Bryan, who had been standing quietly near the kitchen door, finally stepped forward.
“Morrison’s Meat Market has a great selection,” he said. “I can give you directions, or we can all go together.”
Juliette turned on him.
“I cannot believe you’re supporting this selfishness.”
Bryan’s voice stayed calm.
“I’m supporting my wife.”
In that moment, I loved him more than I could explain.
They left less than an hour later, but not before Juliette delivered one final dramatic line.
“You’ve turned my son against his own family,” she hissed while the disappointed children climbed into the cars. “I hope you’re happy.”
“I’m getting there,” I said, waving as they drove away in a cloud of dust and wounded pride.
The next morning, I woke up to seventeen missed calls and one Facebook post that nearly made my blood pressure explode.
