Epilogue

 

Weston . . .

 

IN THE ENDING DAYS OF July, I stood outside a huge estate, looking over the wedding site preparations. I scanned over the garden where the final touches for the ceremony were being put into place.

In a few short hours, I would marry Wren with all our friends and family in attendance. We would both remember it this time, and have more than just a few photos to memorialize the event.

I would have the memories of her walking down the aisle on her father’s arm in a white dress. The thought made me anxious. We were doing things backwards, so I didn’t think it would affect me, but it did.

Somewhere inside the large, Spanish style mansion behind me, was my wife. She was hidden away in the bridal suite with her mom, Daniel, Sophie, Julia, and Charlotte.

And I was going crazy without her. I wanted the hours to pass faster, just so I could be close to her again without some stupid barrier between us. We were already married, for fuck’s sake. Normal tra