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

have a dining table yet. The furniture was mismatched. The walls still needed work. Outside, the crickets chirped and the air carried the salt-and-rain smell of the coast, and through the open window I could hear the distant sound of the ocean doing what it has always done—existing without apology, indifferent to the small dramas of the people who continue reading …