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boils. I roll my neck, praying he’s not saying what I think he’s saying.
    “It was a real pleasure meeting my future daughter-in-law. Joselyn’s a sweet girl.”
    “Don’t you fucking mention her. You don’t deserve to say her name. Who the hell do you think you are?” My voice echoes, catching the attention of the day’s customers. “You don’t know a goddamn thing about family. You stay the fuck away from mine!”
    “Boy, no matter how hard you try otherwise, you are my family. You will always be my family.”
    “You don’t exist to me. You’re nothing. Not even a fucking blip on my radar.” I struggle to control my haggard breathing. My chest is heavy and searing as if I’d just been hit with a cannonball. Emotions and shit burn in my gut.
    I’ve been reduced to a fucking child.
    “What do you know about Joselyn?” I ask, pumping my fists. I give Clive a hard scowl as he scuffs the tip of his new boot on the cement.
    “Don’t start getting all pissy. I went up there to talk to you. To clear the air before the big day. You know this was all her idea, right?” He hooks his thumbs into his pockets. “She and Mel have been cooking this up for a while now. Their wedding present to you. Thought it would be cool if I sang a song, like the good old days.”
    “The good old days? The fucking good old days? Are you shitting me?” The room appeared to spin as everything went black.
    I lunge.
    My eager fist collides with the older version of me. Clive stumbles backwards into the front door. I barrel forward, sending both of us crashing through glass. We brawl for mere seconds before frenzied customers go wild pulling us apart.
    My swollen chest heaves as Clive swipes blood from underneath his purple nose.
     

 
    CHAPTER SEVEN
    Joselyn
    I flip the switch, leaving the room dark before stepping into the steamy bath.
    I haven’t stopped crying all day. The sensitive skin around my eyes burn. I slip further into the scalding water. I feel like a heartbroken child. Hopeless. The situation is out of my control.
    Is this how Dean felt when I was diagnosed? Rejected? Non-relevant?
    I don’t know where he is or if he’s ok. I’ve never seen him so upset. Hell, I didn’t even tell him about the plan. The mere mention of his father sent him down the road. Here I am, left to decide how to tell people the wedding is off. My life is over. How would you like your steak cooked?
    Somehow, I don’t think I can pull it off. Cancer, sure. Telling people my wedding has been called off, nope.
    The tears return, slipping down my damp face and disappearing into the pool of water.
     
    *
     
    “Joselyn, honey, have you decided what you want to do?”
    There was Judy and Rick, everywhere I turn. I know they mean well, but sometimes a girl would just like to crawl up in a corner and be left alone. But that’s not an option. I check my phone. Nothing from Dean. I’m going from pissed to worried in record time.
    “Judy, where do you think he can be?”
    “I don’t know, sweetie. I’ve tried Mel a few times but haven’t gotten an answer.”
    “That’s so damn weird. I can’t get in touch with anyone. People are about to start arriving. I’m at a loss.” I’m pissed when the tears creep in the corners of my eyes. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of feeling out of control and weak.
    Rick pops his head in the backdoor. “Hey hun, can I see ya for a split second?”
    Judy pats my leg. “I’ll be right back. Get some coffee in ya. It’s gonna be a long day.”
    She’s right. I pour myself a generous mug of black coffee. I throw some ice in the cup hoping to be able to guzzle the hot liquid quicker. Before I get a chance, Judy rushes to my side.
    “Ok, here’s the thing. Dean called Rick.”
    I jump up from my chair. “He called Rick? And not me? What the fuck is going on? I feel like I’m going to lose my damn mind if someone doesn’t explain shit, real quick too.”
    “He’s at Mel’s. He wants Rick to