So when Matthew told me they were getting married, my first reaction wasn’t joy. It was concern.
“Why doesn’t she ever spend time with Alex?” I asked.
He hesitated. There was a flicker in his eyes, then he said, “She’s… adjusting. It’s a process.”
That was the first warning bell. I didn’t press him then, but I should have.
The months leading up to the wedding blurred together — fittings, florists, seating charts — and silence about Alex. His name wasn’t on the invitation. There was no mention of a suit, no talk of a role, not even a single comment about including him in a photo.
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