"It’s okay, you didn’t mean it. Claire won’t mind," Steve said softly, as if I was the one who did something wrong.
I turned my head and saw Amy, pretending to be sweet and innocent, clinging to Steve’s sleeve. But her eyes betrayed her; filled with jealousy.
I glanced at the IV bag above me and then back at her. Anger rose inside me. Why was I reliving this horrible moment?
“Claire, you’re awake,” Steve said, rushing over. “How do you feel? Are you okay?”
Amy stood nearby, looking pitiful, but I could see the jealousy burning in her eyes. I had been so blind before, not seeing who she really was.
“Claire, it wasn’t on purpose. Amy didn’t know you were allergic to mangoes,” Steve said, trying to help me sit up. He was being gentle, but it made me mad that he always defended her.
Suddenly, everything came rushing back. I realized I had been sent back six months before the wedding. I had been given another chance.
Amy moved closer, fake tears in her eyes. “Claire, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know…”
Oh, you knew. You always knew.