There was silence on the other end of the line. I could almost see Jason scrubbing a hand over his face in frustration.
He was probably regretting calling me right now—probably adding even more stress to his already chaotic situation.
"Emma, what the hell is wrong with you? You’ve never been like this before! Ava’s dying, and you're still making sarcastic comments?"
And then, as if his words had been pre-rehearsed, he added, "We should postpone the wedding."
Before I could respond, the line went dead.
The busy tone echoed in my ears as I gripped the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
My entire body trembled with the shock, the weight of the moment sinking in.
Without even thinking, I glanced over at the photo sitting on the table.
It was a picture from when I was seventeen. My high ponytail bounced in the sunlight, my school uniform crisp and clean, and my smile bright as ever.
Next to me, Jason stood just as youthful, his white shirt shining against the glow of the setting sun. We were standing on the track at school, the cherry blossoms in full bloom behind us. Petals floated in the air like confetti, gently landing on our hair and shoulders.