1 days before my wedding, dad called: “i’m not wal…

importance of the journey. I kept my chin level. I did not look down at the hem of my white dress or study the uneven flagstones beneath my heels. I looked straight ahead toward the altar. Caleb was waiting under the wooden arbor. He wore a dark fitted suit, his hands clasped firmly in front of him.

His broad shoulders, usually tensed from the demands continue reading …