Hudson was right about one thing: the houses in our hometown were uncomfortably close to the Harpers’. It made my stomach churn to see them everywhere. After discussing it with my mother, we decided to hire a local agent to help us sell the property.
Before leaving, my mother and I visited my father’s grave, where I placed a bottle of his favorite whiskey. This trip abroad was meant to help manage my mother’s condition, but upon my return, I planned to take her traveling across the country, allowing us to enjoy wherever the road led us.
Once everything was settled, I checked into a hotel near the hospital.
Three days later, in the early morning, Hudson called me. "Aubrey, why aren’t you home this late?"
"I just got back from a business trip, and I’m starving. I want some of those shredded pork noodles you make," he said.
I replied groggily, "I’m staying at a hotel. The wedding is soon, and it’s tradition for the bride and groom not to see each other before the ceremony. An old rule, you know."
“Check the fridge and make something for yourself,” I replied coolly.
“If that’s all, I’m hanging up,” Hudson said.