I smirked, twirling my phone between my fingers.
“Sure. Just like she did, right? Oh, wait.
She didn’t.”
More silence. Then, casually, I dropped the final blow. “Oh, by the way… the whole thing’s on video.
Her, screaming, sobbing, running in circles over a couple of butterflies. Pretty funny, actually. Maybe I’ll send it out.
People love wedding fails.”
His breath hitched. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
That was the last time I ever heard from Nancy. And, for the first time in years, I slept like a baby.
