My crooked clay bowl collapsed just as Roslin showed me a photo from Sheldon’s bachelor party. One look told me the man I’d trusted for seven years had planned more than drinks with his friends. Then a video arrived, and before the club closed, I made two changes to the future he’d expected to have.
“That bowl looks like it’s trying to escape.”
Roslin leaned over my shoulder, examining the clay wobbling beneath my hands.
“It’s abstract.”
“It’s leaning, Keira.”
“That’s part of the abstraction.”
My sister laughed so hard she nearly knocked over her own bowl.
There were six of us at the pottery studio, drinking sparkling lemonade and making objects that would probably never survive a dishwasher.
It was exactly the bachelorette party I’d wanted.
Sheldon had chosen something considerably louder.
A private room at a downtown club, expensive drinks, and enough friends to fill a small wedding.
“You only say goodbye to the single life once,” he’d told me.
“After this, I’ll just be another boring husband.”
I’d laughed.
Sheldon loved an audience. He’d been that way since college.
I preferred quiet evenings and restaurants where I could hear the person sitting opposite me.
For seven years, I’d believed we made room for both.
***
Roslin’s phone buzzed.
She wiped clay from her fingers and checked it.
Her smile disappeared.
“Keira…”
She stared at the screen.
Then she caught my wrist.
“Don’t move.”
“Why?”
She turned the phone toward me.
A message from her husband read:
“Does your sis know about this?”
Below it was a photograph.
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