“My Father Said You Needed A Wife,” She Whispered… And I Said, “He Was Right”

the front of the dress and called it nothing special. We didn’t talk much on the drive into town, with Elena glancing at her hands in her lap while I kept both hands on the wheel and tried not to think about how small the truck cab felt.

Sebastian Cole was waiting outside the courthouse in his good Sunday shirt, shook my hand, and told Elena her father continue reading …