My Brother’s Wedding Invitation Was a Rejection. So I Booked a One-Way Ticket and Chose Myself.

with his coffee cup in a way that betrayed nervousness beneath his casual demeanor. “About the wedding—”

“It’s okay,” I interrupted, and meant it. “You don’t need to explain.”

“I do, though.” His expression was genuinely pained, and I saw glimpses of the brother I’d grown up with beneath the polished lawyer exterior. “I’ve been a terrible brother. The continue reading …