dding at the Boston Yacht Club. I stood at the altar,

now, Sarah

lt my tech career around her, staying low-key, making su

oors

ite dress, but her face was a mask

ds her future, but like a soldier marching to a declaration. She

r friends, her colleagues from the hospital, and

amplified for everyone to hear. It wasn't the

t marry y

me, on everyone. I could feel hundreds of eyes on m

smile on her lips. She placed a hand on her stomach.

usician who was always "about to make it." The m

d up, her face pale with shock, before

s cold, calculating. There was no

s gift. "This doesn' t have to change everything. You' re

ing to a more intimate, conspiratorial

out of our systems, and then, once my child has a stable home to co

hen back at me, as if expecting applaus

r safety net, her backup plan, the reliable wallet she could come back

veryone I knew, assuming I would jus

as that

t her. The woman I thought I knew

chilling emptiness. The love I had for her, the all-consumin

the shocked officiant, down the aisl

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