Garrett had spilled wine near my dress.
He had apologized.
Made me laugh.
Asked for my number.
I thought it was chance.
It was not.
“Tobias.”
“Yes.”
“Did you know before I married him?”
He looked away.
My heart sank.
“You knew.”
“I suspected.”
“You let me marry him.”
“I didn’t have proof.”
“You could have warned me.”
“I tried.”
“When?”
“You remember when I said he asked too many questions about voting rights?”
I stared.
“That was your warning?”
“Yes.”
“That was pathetic.”
“I know.”
I stood.
“You should have told me everything.”
“I couldn’t.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because it’s true.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“You decided for me.”
He went silent.
“You decided I was too weak to know.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I decided you were safer not knowing.”
“And look how safe I became.”
He closed his eyes.
That landed.
Good.
I wanted it to.
Samuel entered.
