you want to.”
Two weeks after the wedding, Diane’s world started getting smaller.
Carol stopped making their traditional Sunday calls.
No dramatic announcement.
She simply stopped.
When Diane called her, conversations became short, polite, and full of silence.
Carol told her she needed to talk to me before talking to anyone else.
Church changed too.
Diane had attended every Sunday since Dad’s funeral and always sat in the third row.
Now she drifted toward the back.
No one openly told her to move.
They had simply heard the real story.
