her that I had paid for the wedding.
She said they appreciated that, but it wasn’t about money.
Then what was it about?
There was a pause.
I could hear Gail somewhere in the background.
Mom had me on speaker.
I was being managed.
Jessica only wanted people who made her feel safe.
That was all.
I hung up.
Twenty minutes later, Colleen called.
She already knew.
Not because I told her.
Jessica had screenshotted the message and posted it in the bridesmaid group chat—the same chat I had been
