“Told me what?”
“Lena talked about the pool.”
“How seriously?”
“That’s the problem. I didn’t think she was serious.”
Sophia unlocked her phone. Five days before the wedding, Lena had complained in the bridesmaids’ group chat that everyone was treating me like I was fragile. Then she wrote that somebody should throw me in the pool so I would loosen up.
Sophia had replied, Don’t. She literally can’t use that arm properly.
Lena answered:
Exactly. She can’t catch herself and then she’ll finally stop acting like the responsible one for five minutes.
I read it three times.
She could not have known the exact damage that would follow. But she had known I couldn’t catch myself, and that weakness was part of the joke.
Sophia looked miserable.
“I thought she was being ridiculous,” she said. “She says things she doesn’t mean all the time.”
“I know.”
“I should’ve taken it seriously.”
“You didn’t push me.”
“No. But after it happened, she started saying she had never thought about it before. That isn’t true.”
“Does Caleb know about these?”
“Not yet.”
She looked at me carefully.
“What do you want me to do?”
If I said send them, I could be blamed for destroying the engagement. If I said don’t, I would be protecting it.
I handed the phone back.
“Tell the truth when someone asks you for it.”
Sophia nodded.
That afternoon, she sent the messages to Caleb.
Two days later, he ended the engagement.
I know because Lena called me less than ten minutes afterward.
She didn’t say hello.
“You got what you wanted.”
I was on my couch with an ice pack over my shoulder.
“What I wanted?”
“Caleb ended it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m sorry you’re hurting. That doesn’t mean I think he made the wrong decision.”
She sucked in a breath.
“You ruined my wedding over a prank.”
“No.”
“You could have told him I didn’t mean it.”
“I don’t know what you meant. I know what you planned.”
There was a pause.