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

out for final fares, tourists weaving slightly as they made their way home from bars. My phone buzzed again around midnight. Kevin’s number.

My heart raced as I answered.

“Haley.” His voice was slurred, background noise suggesting he was in a bar or club. “Is that really you?”

“It’s me. Aren’t you supposed to be celebrating right now?”

“I am. We are. Honeymoon continue reading …