it didn’t hurt that I wasn’t invited.
But after Adrian’s death, I had barely spoken to his family.
Maybe they assumed a wedding would hurt too much.
Maybe Julian thought watching him stand at an altar would remind me of everything I had lost.
I tried not to take it personally.
Then I noticed Colleen’s corsage.
I had made it that morning.
It belonged to the groom’s mother.
Colleen glanced at me, then hurried after the coordinator.
I watched her go.
Something still felt wrong.
I told myself she was
