My chest went cold.
“You’d cut me out?” I asked.
“I don’t want to,” she said, tearing up. “But I’m not letting you sabotage this. I pick him.”
I’d already lost my husband. I couldn’t lose her too.
I stood before my brain caught up.
So I swallowed everything and said, “Okay. I’ll be there.”
But inside, I kept thinking, I can’t just watch this.
