JESSICA BERKELEY.
The church hall buzz loudly around me with people moving back and forth carrying ribbons, chairs, boxes, and Christmas decorations while children run recklessly between adults.
I tighten my grip around the stack of invitation papers in my hands while forcing another polite smile toward someone asking if “that quiet young man” was coming later.
Two days. It has only been two stupid days since Devin left. Yet, his absence has become everybody’s business.
I hate it. Even worse, I hate the uncomfortable ache that appears in my chest every single time someone mentions him.
“Jessica!”
Turning around, Tom is standing near the altar holding several unfinished invitation cards.
“You’re folding them wrong,” he says accusingly.
I stare down at the invitations.
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