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discussed it between the two of us. Had they? Was that why she suddenly turned so venomous toward me? Or did she see us tonight and notice the difference? I mean, Cabe and I had been close. But we had certainly never snuggled up and shared kisses in public, whispering and acting all goo-goo over each other.
    I don't know what set her off, but she had rocked my perception of everything. Of what it had been. What it was becoming.
    Was I the bad guy Galen made me out to be? Had I strung Cabe along all these years without knowing it?
    Cabe dated other girls while we were friends. It wasn't like he sat at home like a monk waiting for me.
    What about Monica? He’d married her! They were in love. I had nothing to do with their break-up. Hell, I’d even encouraged him to go. Told him he should follow her. That definitely wasn't stringing him along or—how did Galen put it?—snagging him on my hook?
    Good Lord! She made me sound like a movie villain who poisoned her brother with mind control and made him do my bidding.
    This was Cabe. My best friend. I didn't make him do anything.
    I'm not sure how I made it home in the state I was in, but I did. I texted him that I was going to sleep and would call him in the morning. I can't sleep, though. I keep staring at the phone willing it to ring and praying it doesn't.
    I think I knew.
    Somewhere in my gut, I think I knew. Somewhere deep down inside, Galen's words resonated truth I didn't want to face. I had an inkling all along, but I didn't want it to be true, because then I would've had to give up his friendship. I would've needed to acknowledge my own feelings and risk losing him. Risk him betraying me, or leaving me, or not loving me anymore.
    I think I knew how Cabe felt about me. How we felt each other. But I denied it because it was safer just being Cabe's friend.
    What had I done? To Cabe? To me? To us?
    An image of Maggie popped in my head, and I wondered if she knew, too. I adored Cabe's mom, and I hated to think she might feel the same anger toward me as Galen. Did she think I had strung her son along all these years? Did she resent me, too?
    I just want to go to sleep. Please just let me sleep. And please let me know what I should do next when I wake up.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Saturday, January 4th
     
     
    I went to bed so rattled I completely forgot to plug the phone in to charge. It died in the night so I overslept and got to Mel's wedding twenty minutes late. Thank God it was a Melanie event instead of Lillian's. Mel never gets uptight. I swear the bride could run away with the best man and Mel would just shrug and say, "Oh well. Let's go eat the cake."
    My phone came back on after a few minutes on the car charger, and I had two missed texts from Cabe last night and a voice mail this morning checking on me.
    I texted him I was fine but running very late. I didn't dare call him back. I had no idea what to say.
    The hectic pace pre-ceremony meant there was no time to talk to Mel. Besides, part of me knew she would say I told you so, and I wasn't sure I wanted to hear it. She had insisted all along that Cabe and I were more than friends. That we belonged together and just needed to admit it. Melanie didn't often gloat, but I knew she'd revel in being right about this one.
    By the time the wedding reception was underway, the confusion in my head had built to a raging maelstrom, and I feared I may explode into hysterics if I didn't get it out.
    "Can we step outside?" I asked Mel as she slid her wedding binder under the cake table.
    "I wondered how long it was gonna take you."
    "What do you mean?"
    "You've been walking around all day hovering between a zombie and a hysterical manic on the verge of tears. You put the cake knife beside the groom's plate on the head table, and you nearly ripped the DJ's head off his shoulders when he asked if you were having a bad day."
    "I'm sorry, Mel." I teared up again, and I silently prayed I could lean more toward zombie than