My sister lifted her glass, called me “just a nurse” in front of the entire wedding, and the room laughed with her—until the groom’s father looked straight at me like he’d seen a ghost and said five words that changed the air in the room

be there tomorrow. Richard was asking about you.

I read it once, then again, then a third time.

I didn’t understand why she sent it. Not yet.

But something in the message, something in the way she wrote Richard was asking about you, made me pause. Made me stay. I started the engine, and I drove home—not away from tomorrow, toward it.

Sitting there in that continue reading …