Juniper pushed a strawberry around her plate.
“Her smile wasn’t real,” she said quietly.
“You trusted your instincts,” I replied. “Next time you feel that uneasy feeling, tell me immediately.”
She looked up at me.
“Even if you might be sad?”
“Especially then.”
Juniper squeezed my hand across the table.
When we got home, I deleted the wedding playlist from my phone.
And for the first time in a long while, the quiet house finally felt like home again.