The Night Before My Wedding, My Parents Cut My Wedding

and the air smells faintly of rain on stone. My dress whites are still immaculate, though my heart feels anything but.

Matthew takes off his jacket and places it around my shoulders, even though I tell him I’m not cold.

“I know,” he says. “I just want to.”

For once, I let someone care for me without bracing for the price.

Behind us, the chapel doors are continue reading …