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

“I know.”

“And camping.”

“I know.”

He thought.

“It’s weird.”

“What is?”

“Missing things that didn’t even happen.”

I looked at him.

That was an unusually thoughtful way to describe what we’d lost.

Not only the wedding.