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“So she didn’t come here last night and you didn’t call us?” my mother asks, walking into the apartment.
“Okay, I did that,” she admits, “but nothing else.” She looks over at me. “Cry,” she whispers out of the side of her mouth.
Both of them rip off their jackets and walk into the house. “Who else is here?”
“No one,” we both say at the same time. My mother looks over at Zara, who walks down the hall.
“Mom,” Zoey shouts, “Nash is in there naked!” I open my mouth at her and hold one hand up, shaking my head. “It was the only thing I could think of.”
“Why would he be naked if I’m in the house?” I gasp.
“He has needs.” Zoey throws up her hands.
“I’m not naked!” Nash yells from the bedroom. “I’m also not coming out there, and there have been no needs met this entire weekend.”
“Well, that’s a lie,” Zoey mumbles.
“Okay, let’s calm down,” I soothe her. I can’t believe I’m saying this since I’m the one whose life is in tatters. “Come to the living room, and I’ll explain everything.”
My aunt stops in her tracks and returns, going to the living room as my mother follows her. At the same time, the phone rings in her hand. “It’s your father,” she says, answering it. “Hey.” She looks at the phone. “I’m here with her.”
“Zara,” my father says from the phone. My mother turns it around to face me, and I see he’s sitting in the kitchen, and my uncles are all there behind him.
“Okay,” I snap, “I am going to talk, and no one is going to say anything until I finish because I’m going through a lot right now, and I need my family’s support.”
“Oh, good call.” Zoey cheers from beside me.
“What the fuck happened?” my Uncle Evan asks.
“I don’t know,” I lie. “It was all, like, too much. I felt suffocated, and then I went home, and I looked around, and I was like, is this it? Do I love him enough for it to be forever?” My mother now sits down. “I don’t know, it was like a snowball effect, trying on the dress and then it’s like forever.”
“What did you tell him?” my father asks me.
“I told him that I didn’t think I could marry him and?—”
“Wait a second,” my Uncle Matthew says, holding up his hand. “You told him you didn’t think you could marry him and he let you leave?” He shakes his head. “What a tool.”
“Of course, he let me leave,” I gasp, not surprised by this question.
“If you were the one for him, he would never have let you walk out the door,” my father explains, looking at Matthew. “He would have begged and pleaded with you to stay. He would have calmed you down and brushed away all your fears.”
“Yeah, that.” Matthew points at my father. “Did he show up at Zoey’s?”
“No.” I shake my head. “He said he would give me time and space.”
“Yeah, fuck his time and space.” Matthew pffts out. “I’ll give him time and space.”
“Okay, you guys, that’s enough,” my mother jumps in. “I’m going to let you go now and talk to your daughter.”
“Our daughter,” my father reminds her. “I’ll call you later, Zara,” he says and hangs up.
“Okay, what kind of shit are you serving us?” my aunt asks me.
“It’s not shit.” I sit on the couch. “Honestly, it’s the truth.”
“I mean, if you felt like that, maybe it’s a good thing that you are taking space,” my mother states.
“Better now than at the altar,” Zoey adds, sitting down.
