The Wedding That Ended Before It Truly Began
The celebration dissolved in a matter of minutes. Guests gathered their belongings and left in quiet clusters. No one knew what to say. Even the music faded into silence.
By morning, Rowan had taken steps to undo the marriage. She moved back home, exhausted and hurting, but determined to reclaim her sense of clarity and direction.
For the first time in years, she and I talked — truly talked.
She asked me if I had ever loved Arthur. I told her I loved the peace I thought he brought, not the man himself. She nodded slowly and said she felt something similar.
Little by little, her strength returned.
