seventeen
Twyla
The day I’ve been dreading is finally here.
It’s the day that was supposed to be my wedding day. I haven’t told any of the girls, and when Miles called earlier today to ask if I wanted to go for dinner with him after he’s done watching tape with the team, I told him I preferred to be alone. It took some convincing, but he eventually gave in.
Mathew and I would’ve been married by now. It’s four o’clock and we were supposed to be married at one. Right now, we probably would have been having our pictures taken. Pictures I thought we’d be showing our grandchildren one day.
Kiwi is cuddled up with me on the couch while I stare at some home improvement show I haven’t been paying any attention to when there’s a knock on the door. Not in the mood for company and figuring it’s
