And suddenly, I knew what I needed to do.
I stood before the mirror for a few more seconds, hands still trembling.
Part of me wanted to leave.
Another part wanted to find Adrian and demand answers.
But neither felt possible anymore.
He had watched me bury him.
His mother had held my hand while I cried.
Someone arranged a funeral.
Someone buried a coffin.
People brought food to my apartment and sat beside me while I stared at walls.
Adrian allowed all of it.
And now he was 20 minutes away from marrying another woman.
I washed the mascara from beneath my eyes and left the restroom.
My assistant, Kendra, found me near the service hallway.
She frowned at my face.
“What happened?”
“I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“Stay with the flowers. Don’t let anyone move the arrangements.”
She studied me.
“Meredith, you’re scaring me.”
