ruined my prom dress. You sat on the porch with Kevin. And every single time, you said the same thing. It’s a joke. You’re so serious. Relax.“
I walked down the deck steps. I stepped over the strawberry in the grass. I walked right up to
my sister until I was standing in front of her. She was wearing a white dress. Like a bride. Standing under a banner with her husband’s name on it.
“It was never a joke, Rachel,” I said. “Not one single time. You just called it that so nobody would
stop you.”
She didn’t say anything. She just cried.
I turned to Michael.
“Get your things out of the guest room,” I said. “I’m taking the car. I’m taking the kids. You can find your own way home.”
“Jenna, please. We have two children. We have ten years. You can’t just—”
“You’re right,” I said. “We have ten years. And you gave eight months of it to her. So I guess you’ll have to figure out which one matters more.”
Then I turned around.
Tom was standing by the table with the phones and the divorce papers and the two hundred and twelve pages. He looked exhausted. His shoulders were slumped. His eyes behind his glasses were red.
