I couldn’t hear every word, but I heard enough to know the tone. It wasn’t the voice of a man speaking with love or respect about the woman he was about to marry. It was a voice full of arrogance, as if I were the punchline in some private joke.I froze. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t even breathe. Questions swirled: No idea about what? No idea about him? About us? The uncertainty hurt even more than the words themselves.
