I Waited Until Rehearsal Dinner

Emily, attaching your updated payment schedule and floral upgrade options. Can’t wait for your dream weekend.”

Attached were PDFs.

Inside them, my cards. My billing name. Her wedding.

I sat at my desk under government fluorescent lights with my hands flat on the keyboard and felt my pulse in each fingertip.

I didn’t call the bank.

Not yet.

I forwarded everything continue reading …