Life plans? Downsizing? A new house? School? All great things, but she wants to do it on her own. It’s my fault. And I’m pretty fucking sure there’s nothing I can do to change her mind right now. And that shit about Bishop proposing…I shake my head; I need to talk to my mother. An hour later I’m sitting in the living room with her. I explain everything. “The poor girl,” she remarks. “Well, Joshua, are you entirely sure Macey is the girl you want to marry?” “Never been surer of anything in my life.” “Then what are you doing here? Go get her. Bring her home.” She raises her head and looks at me, deep concern shows on her face. “I’ve never seen you this undecided. Humbling, isn’t it? But you’ve done more than most men do—you admitted you were wrong.” “Not to her.” She slides closer to me on the couch, draping her arm across my shoulders. “I have a feeling she’s in denial. Surrounding herself with friends and taking on extra responsibilities to keep herself busy so she doesn’t have time to think.”
