But behind me, I still heard Cassandra’s soft voice reasoning, “He’s probably just nervous before the wedding. Don’t hold it against him, alright?”
How thoughtful of her to even prepare my excuses for me.
Through the glass storefront, I saw her gently holding Daniel’s hand, guiding him toward that overpriced crystal chandelier.
The sight stung my eyes until I couldn’t look anymore.
That night, she sent me a voice message.
“Nathan, stop making a fuss over nothing. I work myself to the bone every day out there, rain or shine. And when I come home, you sit there sulking with that cold face. Do you have any idea how miserable that makes me feel? We’re about to be a family. I need you to start being more considerate of me.”
Her voice was a little slurred, like she’d been drinking. She even kept mumbling after that, but I turned it off.
She said she was tired and needed to be understood.
Then fine. If that would make her happy, then I’d give her what she wanted.
The day before the wedding, Cassandra must’ve been holding it in too long and finally called me.