Then at Callan.
She sat down.
Callan said my name.
“Bryony—”
I raised my hand.
He stopped.
I didn’t want his explanation.
Not yet.
I looked at Sasha.
“How long?”
She stared at me.
to be continued…
My sister kissed my husband in front of thirty people at her own anniversary party and called it a joke. Her husband had a wrapped present in his hands and an envelope she had never opened.
