"You may kiss the bride."I could still hear the officiant's voice, six years later, standing in a hallway that no longer felt like mine, the dial tone from the voicemail still humming in my ears. It was easier to disappear into that day than to stand in the wreckage of tonight.I let myself go there.It had rained that morning, and my mother was convinced the ceremony would be ruined, but by two the sky had cleared. I remembered the small dressing room off the chapel, my sister pinning the last strands of my hair into place, both of us laughing at nothing."You look terrified," she'd said."I'm not terrified. I'm happy.""Those can look the same on you, you know."I hadn't believed her then. I believed her now, six years later, wondering how much of that happiness had actually been fear wearing a white dress.Ash had cried when I walked down the aisle. His jaw had tightened, tears slipping free before I'd even reached him. I had thought, in that moment, I would spend the rest of my l
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