The night before our wedding.
I smiled.
For a moment, I thought I had discovered some forgotten love letter.
I sat on the floor beside the box and opened it.
The first line made my smile disappear.
“If you’re reading this, then I didn’t have the courage to tell you before we got married.”
My heart began pounding.
I read the next sentence.
“There’s something about the day we met that I’ve kept from you, and you deserved to know before you became my wife.”
I stared at the words.
The day we met?
What could he possibly have kept from me?
I kept reading.
“It wasn’t an accident that I spoke to you in that bakery.”
My hands went cold.
Every insecurity I thought I had outgrown came rushing back.
I remembered looking around for his friends that first day.
I remembered wondering whether someone was laughing.
I remembered thinking that a man who looked like Luke would never randomly approach a woman like me.
What if I had been right?
I forced myself to continue.
“I had seen you there before.”
