“We’re not fighting,” I said. “I’m explaining why you’re wrong.”
He laughed so hard he nearly spilled his coffee.
Those were the moments I remembered afterward.
Not the guest list. Not the flowers. Not the wedding plans.
I remembered his laugh, the way he leaned against the counter, and how certain I was that we had years ahead of us.
Then, six weeks before the wedding, Adrian died in a car accident.
No warning. No goodbye. No final chance to say anything important.
One day, I was deciding where to
