I Waited Until Rehearsal Dinner

sisters.”

“You would’ve helped eventually.”

“I would’ve said no.”

She smiled.

“Exactly.”

“So I skipped that conversation.”

For the first time that evening, I reached for the phone lying beside my plate.

Unlocked the screen.

Opened one folder.

Then rested my thumb over a single file I’d spent weeks preparing.

Only then did I look back at my sister.

“I was hoping continue reading …