“I know.”

“Her mother isn’t here.”

“I know that too.”

“And I think you’ve gotten too involved.”

I stared at him.

“Too involved in what?”

“The planning. The dress. The flowers. The seating charts. All of it.”

“Hannah asked me to help.”

“I know, but she asks you because you always say yes.”

“That sounds like a strange complaint.”

Greg sighed.

“Jenna.”

He glanced at the dress.

“I’m trying to preserve something for Audrey.”

For half a second, my anger softened.

Then he continued.

“When you step into every detail, it confuses people. It makes it look like you’re trying to occupy a place that isn’t yours.”

The kitchen went silent.

October wind pushed dry leaves across the patio outside.

I looked at Audrey’s pearls.

“I have never tried to take Audrey’s place.”

“I didn’t say you were doing it intentionally.”

“I’ve never asked Hannah to call me Mom.”

“I know.”

“I’ve never moved Audrey’s photographs.”

“I know.”

“I’m the one who suggested we keep her wedding portrait in the hallway after we remodeled.”

“Jenna, you’re missing the point.”

“No. I think I’m finally hearing it.”

Greg’s expression tightened.