“You can hate me—you should hate me, but we’re here for Mags and Walker and I just don’t want to fight during their wedding. Please, Mitch. You used to be one of my best friends. Can’t you just pretend for one weekend?” I searched his eyes as they welled with tears.
“Is he here?”
“Yes.”
“Do I have to play nice with him?”
“You don’t have to even acknowledge him or any of them if you don’t want to.” My entire body was shaking.
“I’ll be civil for Mags and Walker.”
“Thank you.”
I watched as he grabbed his stuff and stormed off for the elevator.
“How’d it go?” Mags asked as she came up to my side.
“Fine, I guess. I don’t know what I expected.”
“He’s still hurt. He just needs more time.” She hugged me again.