“It works better with the roses.”
“Blush it is.” He grinned again, and for a few seconds everything felt perfectly, ordinarily normal.
Then he looked away from the camera. “Hang on, darling. Mom needs me.” The screen went dark. I assumed he’d be back in a moment, so I set the phone down beside me and went on folding laundry.
Then I heard his mother’s voice, faint but unmistakable through the still-connected call.
“Did you get her to sign it yet, Oli?”
My hands stopped moving completely. I knew that voice immediately. Sarah. My future mother-in-law.
Oliver chuckled. “Almost.”
Something in his tone made me look down at the phone. The call was still connected.
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“What do you mean, almost?” Sarah asked.
“She’s strange about paperwork,” Oliver replied. “Always wants to read everything twice.”
