angry.
She sounded terrified.
“The venue is asking for the final payment.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“Because I received the invoice.”
“You still get the emails?”
“Yes.”
“Please just pay it.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“It’s only one payment.”
“No.”
She started crying.
“You don’t understand. Everyone is coming.”
“I understand.”
“The photographer, the flowers, the hotel rooms—”
“Those are your responsibilities now.”
“You promised!”
“No.”
“You said you’d help.”
“I did.”
“You can’t just stop!”
I sighed.
“Madison, you told me to disappear.”
“I was angry.”
“So was Mom.”
“So?”
“So
