to the chair my mother had vacated.
He sat, dragging his hands through his hair in that familiar gesture of distress.
“I don’t even know where to begin,” he said. “Today has been surreal.”
“I imagine it has,” I replied.
Finding out your wedding is canceled, your home is being sold, and your fiancé has misrepresented fundamental aspects of your life together—all before noon on what was supposed to be your wedding day.
Blake winced.
“When you put it that way…” He exhaled heavily. “I’m not here to ask you
