the worst part was Daniel’s expression.
He wasn’t ashamed of what he had done.
He was furious that I had resisted him in front of everyone.
I looked directly at him.
“Congratulations,” I said quietly. “You just canceled your wedding.”
For three seconds, no one moved.
Then Daniel laughed.
There was nothing funny about the situation. It was the kind of laugh that came from someone who still couldn’t believe reality had stopped cooperating with him.
“You’re being dramatic,” he said. “We’ll talk upstairs.”
“There is no upstairs for us.”
