Chapter 4

I didn’t go straight home. Elaine’s office took until noon, and after that I sat in my car in the parking garage for twenty minutes doing nothing, not checking my phone, not calling anyone, just breathing in the quiet before I had to be anyone’s fiancée again.

By the time I got back to my apartment, I had eleven new messages. Two from my mother, still on the flowers. One from my sister, just a string of question marks. Two from bridesmaids I barely knew outside of wedding logistics, both asking if I was okay in the specific way people…