me everything was confirmed.
It would be beautiful.
I ran my hand along the stone wall and tried to feel happy.
Instead, I still carried the low hum of dread that had followed me for twelve weeks.
I went home, cooked dinner, fed my cat, and sat on the couch telling myself, “Two more days and it’s over. Jessica will be married. Brandon will have kept his promise, and maybe, maybe things will get easier.”
At 8:47 p.m., my phone buzzed.
Jessica.
Her message read:
“Hey, so mom
