Aimee
I'm having lunch with my mom at her house when she takes a call from Sydney, Kory's mom. It's not unusual; they are best friends. She took the call in the other room, leaving me at the dining table, picking at my food. I have no appetite today, none at all.
Of course, the feeling of needing to vomit comes to a head when my mother comes barging into the dining room demanding I tell her that what Sydney told her isn't true. Because she knows her daughter would never get married behind her back and then wait six years before telling her parents.
My heart is still by my feet. Kory actually told his mother about us, about our marriage.
Why didn't he give me some warning?
I could have broken the news to my mother. Maybe then she wouldn't be standing in front of me screaming her head
