The Wedding He Lost

e but the phantom feeling still on my skin.

Peak Wellness Center.

flat, devoid

scrambled out of the bed, throwing on his clothes with fra

e left behind

olled to a name I hadn't ca

g, his voice warm and laced w

ght. Let me guess. Did St. Andrew cancel another dinner for a charity gala?

n summon the e

e a hollow echo in the

voice instantly. "Jenny? W

yr, Ryan. He's j

, his voice firm, serious.

fie from our college days at Harvard, both of us making stupid faces a

ain an hour late

is tone shifted, the defensiveness creeping in. "You can't be this unfor

drew," I said, the word

e only ever been with you and her. That's more than you ca

ung

tef

g on my nightstand. The date was set. The

n. I wasn't changin

changing