A private room at a downtown club, expensive drinks, and enough friends to fill a small wedding.
“You only say goodbye to the single life once,” he’d told me.
“You’re not dying.”
“After this, I’ll just be another boring husband.”
I’d laughed.
“After this, I’ll just be another boring husband.”
Sheldon loved an audience. He’d been that way since college.
I preferred quiet evenings and restaurants where I could hear the person sitting opposite me.
For seven years, I’d believed we made room for both.
Roslin’s phone buzzed.
She wiped clay from her fingers and checked it.
Sheldon loved an audience.
Her smile disappeared.
“Keira…”
“Yeah?”
She stared at the screen.
Then she caught my wrist.
“Don’t move.”
“Why?”
She turned the phone toward me.
She stared at the screen.
A message from her husband read:
“Does your sis know about this?”
