She’d have known it.
Every picture on the refrigerator would have known it.
I didn’t want that for her.
I wanted him to choose her.
Nine years in, I wanted just one time where nobody had to ask him. Where he just stood up and took the spot. Because it was his.
So I scraped the pan. And I waited.
I’m not sure that was right. It might’ve been a kind of pride.
But that’s the truth of why I kept my mouth shut.
My name is Jodi Brandt. I’m forty-one years old. I’m a dental hygienist in a little town in southern Minnesota, about forty minutes from Mankato.
And I need to tell you about Kaylee’s father. Because Travis wasn’t wrong that there was one.
His name is Ryan. We got married young. Twenty-two. In the Lutheran church I grew up in.
