Fear.
Not fear for him.
Fear of what this meant for her.
“How bad?” she asked slowly.
“Bad enough that I need to cut back.”
The wedding magazines slipped slightly from her hands.
Obinna watched every emotion move across her face in real time:
confusion,
panic,
calculation.
And then came the question that confirmed every fear he had carried back from America.
“The wedding is still happening at the Royal Atlantic, right?”
Not:
Are we going to survive this?
Not:
How can I help?
The venue.
That was her first concern.
Obinna stared at her quietly for several seconds before answering.
