But neither felt possible anymore.
He had watched me bury him.
His mother had held my hand while I cried.
Someone arranged a funeral.
Someone buried a coffin.
People brought food to my apartment and sat beside me while I stared at walls.
Adrian allowed all of it.
And now he was 20 minutes away from marrying another woman.
I washed the mascara from beneath my eyes and left the restroom.
My assistant, Kendra, found me near the service hallway.
She frowned at my face.
“What happened?”
“I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“Stay with the flowers. Don’t let anyone move the arrangements.”
She studied me.
“Meredith, you’re scaring me.”
“I know.”
“Should I call someone to come help us?”
“Not yet.”
I headed toward the ceremony space.
Guests were already sitting down.
I recognized almost no one.
That hurt more than I expected.
Adrian had somehow built another life while removing me from it completely.
Then I saw Julian.
