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

Exactly 24 hours before my wedding, my phone rang. I was standing in my book bindery in Missouri, surrounded by the heavy scent of raw leather and archival glue. My hands were covered in binding paste. I was carefully restitching the spine of a 1920s hymnal, a job that requires absolute precision. When the screen lit up on my workbench, the caller continue reading …