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

whatever will give me the smallest headache. I am already dealing with enough right now.” The waiter blinked, nodded, and walked away. Caleb reached under the table and placed his hand over my knee. His grip was steady and grounding. He leaned in and whispered that we only had to survive two more hours. I squeezed his hand back. I refused to let Alyssa continue reading …