Carrie let out a breath of relief, and when she spoke to me again, her tone had softened considerably:
"Wilfred, why aren't you saying anything? Hurry up and apologize to Graham!"
I clenched my fists, cursing myself for being stupid enough to like and comment on that post.
But I hadn't done anything wrong. Why should I apologize?
"Carrie, what if I say no?"
She faltered for a beat, then raised her voice in disbelief:
"Wilfred, push this any further and it's going to get ugly! I'm pregnant. My emotions are already all over the place. And you're deliberately upsetting the father of my child, deliberately making me angry. Do you have any idea how selfish that is?"
"Fine, don't apologize. Then make it right with actions! Call everyone and tell them the wedding's off because you changed your mind!"
As if afraid I'd refuse, she hung up immediately.
Then sent me a text:
Wilfred, I'm begging you, please stop making this harder than it has to be. Graham and I are just signing a piece of paper. It doesn't mean anything. Canceling the wedding is just so we can save your dream ceremony for the right time.
The familiar words stung my eyes until they burned.
The right time.