My Fiancé Planned to Sell My House and Send My Son Away After Our Wedding—So I Left a Blue Folder Beside His Mother’s Plate at the Rehearsal Dinner
He nodded solemnly.
Then flipped the pancake too quickly.
It folded in half.
A little batter escaped.
He stared.
“I ruined it.”
I looked at the misshapen pancake.
Then laughed.
“The first one is always for the dog.”
“We don’t have a dog.”