The wedding I once longed for, Eliza gave in full—only not to me, but to Caleb.The gown, the rings, the invitations.She abandoned everything else—her company, her responsibilities—throwing herself entirely into preparations for her marriage to him.And yet, in that, there was a silver lining. It meant, perhaps, I could finally leave her.When she went on dates with him, I no longer found myself trailing behind.When they took wedding photos together, I stayed in the car, keeping a distance of miles between us.I tried not to follow her. I tried to pull away.To my surprise, I succeeded.I couldn't wait to run. I fled, far and fast, like a wandering ghost adrift on empty streets."Gordon."The sound of my name stopped me in my tracks. I turned lightly, almost weightlessly.In the dead of the night, under the streetlamp, Jude stood, holding a pack of beer. Her eyes welled up the instant she saw me."Gordon, it really is you."I had nearly forgotten. Jude could see me.She
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