The next day Emma came to help me with preparations. I’d ask her to keep me company, but Emma saw right through me. “
“Trouble in paradise?” She asked as soon as we were alone. I bit my lip, not wanting to drag her in it. But she leaned in and murmured, “Honestly, I wish you well in your marriage, of course I do, but I never really liked Mason for you.”
I felt my eyes go wide. “What, really? Since when?”
She grimaced. “Since… the whole time? You didn’t find it kind of stalkery how he was always there at just the time?”
“It was not always,” I protested.
Emma scoffed. “We practically had the same schedule that semester, remember? When you saw him, I saw him. And it was definitely always. Harper, he didn’t even go to our school then, remember? Then he transferred that next semester.”
