as recorded.”
Denise stood and grabbed her purse.
“Come on, Ethan. She’s unstable.”
“Sit down,” I said.
Something in my voice made her stop.
I placed one final document on the table.
A cancellation notice from the wedding venue.
Ethan’s face drained.
“You canceled the wedding?”
“I canceled my half this morning.”
The venue contract listed both of us, but the deposit had come from my card. Under the cancellation clause, I could withdraw before the final payment deadline and recover most of my contribution. Ethan had insisted the remaining
