No One From My Family Came to My Wedding. They All Went to My Sister’s Baby Shower Instead.

me both hopeful and nervous. We met at a diner we’d gone to throughout my childhood, sliding into a familiar booth with cracked red vinyl seats.

“How are you holding up, Gracie girl?” he asked, using the nickname he’d had for me since I was small enough to sit on his shoulders.

“Honestly? Overwhelmed,” I admitted carefully. “There’s still so much to continue reading …