Sissy pressed her eyes closed. She’d probably started in the wrong spot.
“What?” Dave asked. “You guys have always been close.”
“No,” Sissy said slowly. “That was the old me. The me from almost twenty years ago.” She sighed and turned away from the sight of her mother at a table down the sidewalk a little bit. When she’d seen Dave’s name on the screen, Sissy had said, “This is him, Mom,” and excused herself.
“The truth is, when I broke up with you, my mother was very angry.”
“She was?” Dave sounded all kinds of surprised.
“She adored you,” Sissy said. “And she thought I was foolish for breaking up with you so I could travel.” Just saying the words made Sissy feel like she’d done something wrong all over again.
But it had been her life. Her decision to make. And she had wanted to do a
