He looked at me.
“Can you help with the wedding?”
I almost smiled.
Even then.
Even after everything.
That was what he came to ask.
“No.”
His face fell.
“Please.”
“No.”
“You have the money.”
“Yes.”
“You can afford it.”
“Yes.”
“So why won’t you?”
I looked directly at him.
“Because being able to afford something doesn’t mean I owe it to you.”
He had no answer.
Then he stood.
At the door, he stopped.
“You really don’t care anymore?”
I thought about that.
“I care.”
He turned around.
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