of peace had settled over me.
My phone continued to buzz with incoming calls—Amber, the wedding planner, even Blake once—but I let them all go to voicemail as I packed an overnight bag and gathered the documents I’d organized overnight.
The final item on my morning’s agenda was perhaps the most difficult. I called my elderly mother, who had been so looking forward to seeing her only granddaughter walk down the aisle.
“Mom,” I said when she answered, “there’s been a change of plans with the wedding.”
“What’s happened, Sophia?
