My Fiancé Said My Five-Year-Old Brothers Could Stay—Then a January 29 Email Revealed What He Had Asked the Wedding Venue
“They’re roads,” Dylan said.
“Of course they are.”
“The space is the road.”
“Then I’ll leave it.”
He nodded and climbed into bed.
Caleb watched me pull the blanket up.
“You fix our collars when you’re worried.”
“Do I?”