“My name is Rebecca,” she said. “And before any of you make another decision about your marriages, I think you need to know why this arrangement was proposed in the first place.”
Sean shook his head.
“Rebecca, you shouldn’t be here.”
She looked directly at him.
“You had months to tell the truth. You chose not to.”
I felt my heart pounding.
Months.
Not days.
Not one careless conversation.
Months.
Rebecca opened the envelope and removed several documents.
“I didn’t come here to tell anyone whom they should love,” she said. “I’m here because people have been making decisions based on information they don’t have.”
Alex took a step forward.
“What information?”
Rebecca looked at him.
“That depends on what Sean has told you.”
Sean stood up.
“This is ridiculous. She’s twisting things.”
“Then explain them,” I said quietly.
He turned toward me.
For the first time in eighteen years, he looked at me as though he couldn’t predict what I would do next.
