Oblivious to Galilea's mood, Evie, perched at the edge of the bed, continued her litany of complaints. "You've known Tyrone for years, yet Sabrina managed to outdo you. It's beyond me why you were so adamant about leaving the country. If not for that, you'd be Mrs. Blakely now. You must swallow your pride, give him what he..."

“Enough! Can you just shut up?" Galilea interjected, her patience worn thin.

If she'd had her way, she wouldn't have left all those years ago. But the choice hadn't been hers.

"I'm your mother. I'm only looking out for you," Evie grumbled, her lips curling into a pout.

She fed Galilea some soup, pressing on. "It's common knowledge that you two were a couple. How did things come to this? You've barely returned and now you're leaving again. It's embarrassing for your father and me. We're at a Loss when our friends ask about you."