The answer to that last question wouldn’t help me any. Before we got married, but after I bought a ring. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and lied. “Soon.”
She wiped her face with her hands. “How soon?”
Her tears killed me. “Before we left for college.” It was true now.
“For some reason, I don’t exactly believe that.”
Ommy and Caleb walked outside together. She shot glares between him and Kailee. “I did not want to leave Mirriam inside alone with this boy. Since you won’t come in, I told him he should go.”
“I’ll call you tonight,” I whispered in Kailee’s ear. Then I let go of my girl. Again.
She looked at me with the kind of determination she got trying to solve a difficult equation. No, it was more than that. It was the kind of resolve she had the day she decided she needed a six foot mannequin, and I could make it fit in that tiny car. “I won’t answer.”
I’d still try, but I didn’t doubt for a second that what she said was true. I looked to Caleb. “Can you—should you walk across the street?”
“You punched my face in and you’re worried about my leg?”
I shrugged. “You know what? You’re right. I don’t care.”
“You should go in, Abrahem,” Ommy said.
“In a minute,” I answered.
She looked at me with raised brows.
“When Kailee is gone. I’m not going to let you and Mirriam harass her.”
“It’s okay. I’m going.” She got in her car and drove away, and I prayed she’d answer when I called tonight.