The Night Before Our Wedding, I Heard What He Really Thought of Me

yellow on a Saturday morning while Liam helped with a roller and got more paint on himself than on the walls. Sophie stood in the doorway supervising, issuing instructions with the imperious confidence of a five-year-old who has been given creative authority over her own space for the first time in her life.

“More yellow by the window,” she said. “I continue reading …