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.
