Heather shook her head.
“No.”
“Did you tell him you didn’t think I’d make a good wife because I worked so much?”
Her confusion turned to shock.
“Of course not.”
My stomach churned.
Heather stared at me.
“What exactly has my brother been telling you about me?”
I glanced at the wedding ring still inside its little box in my purse.
It had never reached my finger.
“I think,” I said slowly, “we need to compare a few things.”
The Lies He Told Both of Us
Within twenty minutes, Heather and I understood the pattern.
For months, Seth had been supplying each of us with false impressions of the other.
When Heather asked about my career, he claimed I avoided discussing it.
When I wondered why Heather seemed distant, he insisted she disapproved of my work.
When she proposed contacting me about childcare, he told her direct conversations made me uncomfortable.
