THEODOREThe house became chaotic overnight.Caterers calling every hour. Douglas at the dining table with seating charts spread out like battle plans. My mother on the phone coordinating with venues, flowers and photographers. And somehow Elijah and I kept getting pulled into it."Boys, I need you to fold these programs," Mom said, dropping a stack of cards on the kitchen table."We need to sort out invitations as well." Douglas added, setting down a box of envelopes and a guest list."And you both need to taste-test the menu options the caterer's sending over," Mom continued. "Make sure we're not picking anything terrible."Elijah said, "Happy to help."I said nothing. Just sat down and started folding programs like I'd been ordered to.We worked in silence for twenty minutes. Folding, addressing, organizing. Our parents moved in and out of the room, too busy to notice the tension. And too distracted to see the way Elijah kept positioning himself closer to me.Then I felt his knee p
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