After Ten Chances, I Change My Bride
My parents fly across the country for the tenth time to meet my girlfriend, Sienna Holloway, yet she's nowhere to be found.
She doesn't answer my calls or reply to my texts. Somewhere between my third and fourth cup of coffee, I see a new post from my buddy, Nolan Prescott, on my feed.
It features eight photos of snow-covered mountains, and the last photo shows two hands laced together. The caption reads, "She joined me for the tenth trip. A perfect ten."
I nearly crush my phone in my fist, my veins standing out across my knuckles.
After 27 unanswered calls, Sienna finally picks up.
"Where are you?"
Wind crackles through the speaker, and her voice comes back distracted and flat. "Out.