“Say something! She’ll become a family member soon,” my mother nudged me with a frown, “Have you been staring at your phone so much that you’ve forgotten basic manners?”
I couldn’t process what was happening. In my previous life, Dylan had brought home the same college girl, Teresa, with everyone saying the wedding was imminent.
I had been puzzled – Dylan, with his severe hereditary mental illness, had somehow found a woman willing to marry him?
My mom had explained back then, “He met her out of town. She’s not from here, so how could she know about his illness? Dylan never told her.”
“Are you serious? He didn’t tell her about something as serious as that? Isn’t that basically tricking her into marriage?” I had been horrified.
Mom had silenced me. “Don’t talk nonsense! It’s not trickery. She’s willing to marry him, isn’t she? And Dylan has spent a lot of money on her already to convince her to come home and marry him.”
“But what if she finds out later? Won’t she just leave?” I had asked, feeling uneasy.
Mom had shaken her head. “Once they’re married, have a kid, and are legally tied down, it’ll be hard for her to leave. Most women don’t just up and run.