I leaned in, gently pressing, “Sweetie, are you sure that’s all you heard?
Can you tell me anything else?”
She avoided my eyes. Then, without a word, she got up and ran down the hall.
I sat there in a daze, the note still crumpled in my hand. The silence left behind was deafening.
What was I supposed to do?
I could call Mark. Confront him right now.
But what if it was nothing? What if I ruined our wedding day over a misunderstanding?
My breath finally came back in short, shaky gulps.
I thought about all the moments we’d shared. The laughter. The way he looked at me, like I was the only person in the world.
That couldn’t all be fake.
Could it?
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