But this time, I meant something different.
I wasn’t delaying.
I was deciding.
Three days later, Kevin called.
He didn’t ask how the cabin was.
He didn’t ask if I needed help moving.
He didn’t even mention the fact that I had spent eleven years saving for it.
He sounded excited.
“Hey, Ellie. Good news.”
Whenever Kevin said “good news,” it usually meant good news for Kevin.
“What happened?”
“Patrice and I were talking, and we figured we’d make a trip out of it.”
“A trip?”
“Yeah. The kids are excited. We’re coming up to the cabin.”
I sat down slowly.
“When?”
“Next month.”
“Kevin…”
“Actually, we’re bringing Mom too. Maybe a couple of Patrice’s relatives. It’ll be fun.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“How many people?”
A short laugh.
“Don’t make it sound like a big deal.”
“Kevin.”
