Chapter Eleven
Dylan
“Sorry. I keep saying the wrong things lately,” I said after Jen left the table.
If I hadn’t opened my big mouth, we’d still be having a nice meal.
“Son, I believe that was on me, if anyone,” Mrs. Wri—Janet replied. “Jennifer went through a lot in her previous marriage, as you know, but the cabin was her choice to buy and I think she stayed in it to prove…to reclaim the space from the bad things that happened. I think she’s having a hard time considering letting it go because she fought to make it a positive home since Lee’s death—”
“Can I be excused?” Shelley asked.
“You may.”
My sister-in-law-to-be high-tailed it out of the room.
Janet stacked their empty plates. “You know, I used to worry about Jenny holing herself up in her grief, but I’ve seen the changes
