“Two seconds ago, you were happy for me. Now, you think I’m rushing into things?”
“I just…” I struggle to put my reservations into words. But I know instinctively that no matter how diplomatic I am, it’s going to come out wrong. “I can’t see the two of you together.”
“Have you even tried?” she asks. “For God-knows-what reason, you haven’t liked him since the moment you stepped foot on this property.”
“That’s not true. I just don’t know the man.”
“Why do you have to know him?” she demands. “I’m telling you he’s a good man. So is Rob. So is Mom, for that matter. But you seem to be convinced that he’s not.”
“I can’t help but think that it has something to do with him.” She spits the accusation like acid. She doesn’t have to clarify who him is, either. We all know. Rob, Mia, me, the birds
