“She really lashed out.” I let out a sigh. It’s infuriating there’s nothing to be done about it…or her. “Vi’s going to need some comfort and reassurance from you and Pat.”

Jenna’s mouth firms. “Well, we’ll give her all the love she needs. I still find it unbelievable Geneva managed to create something as wonderful as Vi.”

I nod. There’s nothing redeemable about Geneva. “Was she better with Vi when she was younger?” I ask, unable to contain the curiosity. I just don’t understand why Wyatt would marry her otherwise.

“No. Never.”

Poor Vi.

“Wyatt would’ve never married that she-devil if she hadn’t gotten pregnant. I wonder if it really was an accident,” Jenna says.

Holy… That’s a pretty serious thing to doubt…and explains so much about Jenna’s unhappiness. Although she called Geneva a “she-devil,” it’s obvious that isn’t quite the word she really wanted to use. “Why?”

“Because I’m pretty sure he was about to dump her. Who could put up with her for long anyway?”

Not many people. But I’m surprised she went that far to keep him. Was she in love with him?

Does it matter? Look how hateful she is to him and their child now.

The door behind us opens, and Pat comes out, letting out a long sigh. “I need a beer.”

“What’s wrong?” Jenna asks.

“She’s upset, and Wyatt doesn’t seem to know how to comfort her. Not that I blame him, because I don’t either. Geneva’s lucky I wasn’t there at the wedding.”

Guess it’s about time Vi lets it all out. It’ll probably good for her to do that, rather than letting it fester silently inside. But of course Wyatt’s clueless about how to deal with this. He was raised by two normal and very loving parents. He’s never going to quite understand what she’s feeling right now.

“Why didn’t you try to fix it?” Jenna asks.

Pat stares at his wife as though she just accused him of being an ax murderer. “You think I know how when her own daddy doesn’t?”

“You’re her grandfather…”

While they bicker, I slip into the house and follow the murmured conversation coming from the living room. Vi and Wyatt are seated on the sofa, and she’s looking at the tips of her shoes. I want to reach out and hug her until there’s a smile on her face again.

“Of course it isn’t the same. Why would I?” Wyatt says, utterly bewildered.

“Because you lived together for so long. That means you like the same things.” Vi kicks her left foot, then stops abruptly. “And don’t like the same things.”

“Honey, that’s not always the case. And if you haven’t noticed, we aren’t together anymore,” he says.

“Because she left you. Just like she left me.” Her chin trembles a little. “For him,” she adds in a voice as small as mosquito buzzing.

Oh no. Empathy swells, making it hard to breathe. My mom did the same. Although she never remarried after Husband Number Five left her for a younger and perkier trophy, it wasn’t for lack of trying. Dating new, rich men always came before me, even if it didn’t lead to the engagement she was hoping for.

And Geneva hasn’t proven herself any better than my mom. Instead of providing Vi with some closure, the clusterfuck of a wedding has given her even more of a complex. Now she thinks she’s worth less than that idiot Churchill.

“Vi,” I say, walking toward her. “Your mother didn’t leave you. She lost you. There’s a big difference.”

Vi jerks her head in my direction. “How?”

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“Haven’t you ever picked something…only to regret it later? Maybe ice cream or a dress or makeup?” I squat in front of her, so she can see my face without having to crane her neck. I want her to be able to look down at me, and hope that the position makes her feel more in control.

She nods.

“Okay. So your mom decided to pick Churchill over you…but look what happened today. He betrayed her. Right? You understand that?”

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