I Waited Until Rehearsal Dinner

send one. Worst case, I’ll sign it. Our signatures are similar enough.”

Greg looked up so fast his chair scraped the floor.

“You forged something?”

Emily’s face went bright red. “Oh my God, that’s not what I meant.”

“It is exactly what you meant,” I said.

My brother, Ben, who usually treated conflict like a rainstorm he hoped would pass over the house, continue reading …