excluded from months earlier.
Her caption:
“Finally did it. No more drama queen at my wedding.”
The replies came quickly.
Proud of you.
She’ll get over it.
About time.
Laughing emojis.
A GIF of someone waving goodbye.
My sister had turned excluding me into entertainment.
Colleen stayed on the line, waiting.
“How many people are in that chat?” I asked.
“At least 10, maybe 12.”
Twelve people.
Twelve people watching my sister celebrate removing me from a wedding I was paying for.
Not one had stopped to ask whether I
