My Fiancé Forgot to Hang Up and I Heard the Truth About the Wedding So I Left That Night

at the kitchen table.

I stood in the doorway of the living room and could not move.

Then Sophie walked past me, picked up one of the little favor bags, opened it, and pulled out the wrapped chocolate inside.

“Can we eat these?” she asked.

I looked at her. Then I laughed, a real one, the kind that comes from somewhere deeper than the situation.

“Yes,” I continue reading …