called.
She and Dad were planning to attend the wedding.
“We’re not taking sides,” she said.
“We don’t want to lose a daughter.”
“You’re busy losing me.”
She went silent.
Then she said,
“Claire deserves happiness too.”
I hung up.
Two days later, the wedding invitation arrived.
Fancy paper.
Gold lettering.
Claire Elizabeth Morrow and Daniel James Harper.
Garden ceremony.
Reception at the Willow Room.
Adults only.
I was about to tear the invitation in half when Elliot stopped me.
“Can I see it?”
He read every word carefully.
Then
