Chapter 2
Caspian looked at me and was silent for a few seconds.
In the end, he just patted my shoulder.
“Being a bridesmaid’s exhausting. Get some rest.”
“Juniper can’t get a ride. Not safe for her to be out alone this late. I’m gonna go pick her up.”
“Okay.” My voice was flat.
He didn’t move right away.
Like he was waiting for me to do what I always did—remind him to be safe.
Or whine a little. “It’s so late, do you really have to go?”
But I just opened the car door.
Got out.
The driver started the engine.
I shut the apartment door behind me and collapsed on the couch.
It took me forever to get up and head to the bedroom.
When I passed the so-called “nursery,” I paused.
We’d planned that room four years ago when we bought this place.
No kid. Just junk now.
I walked in.
From the dusty crib, I pulled out a thick stack of stuff.
His handwritten love letters, movie ticket stubs, amusement park tickets…
The one at the very bottom was from college graduation.
Him giving me a piggyback ride under the cherry blossoms. My arms around his neck.
On the back, he’d scrawled: “I’ll carry you forever. Promise.”
The dim light from the living room hit those words.
Cold.


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