“I thought we had just agreed that we were not going to involve your mother in every intimate detail of our lives”
HEsat down heavily on the stone wall lining the driveway, watching the Odyssey pull away.
Estee had told her mother already. Betrayed. He felt betrayed. It was his news, too! And she shared it with the one person he was wary of sharing things with. Why? Why did she keep doing this?
Was it normal? Maybe he was the crazy one for being so upset. Who could he ask?
All he knew was that they’d discussed, at great length, not bringing her mother into their private business… And Estee had agreed! She said she understood that a couple needed privacy.
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