When we arrive back in town, I turn on my phone to find out if I have any missed calls. I didn't tell anyone I had left except for Momma. I get a notification that I have a few voicemails come through once I turn it on. One voicemail is from Brie, and the other is from my brother. I decided to call my brother first just to get it over with. It rings twice before he picks up, "Gee, she does know how to answer a phone." He says sarcastically.
"What do you need, Dylan?" I ask.
I can hear him breathing on the other end. I can tell he's pissed, "Well, thanks for not telling me that you got married in f*****g Italy, for crying out loud. Do we mean so little to you that you would go and get f*****g married without having your family with you? What is going through that head of yours, Maggie?
