CHAPTER 32
Annabella’s wedding was fast approaching, and preparations were moving along with ease—though there was always something to do. She’d been busy, and so had I, escorting her to appointments, fittings, and planning sessions. She wanted everything to be perfect—her dream wedding with no mistakes. I’d calmed her down more times than I could count, reminding her it would be perfect, just like her. Every time, she thanked me for coming early. I always smiled and told her the truth: I needed this more than she realized. It’s been almost four months since I left Pennsylvania. At first, it was unbearable. Noah’s words still echoed in my mind, telling me to move on. Losing him all over again felt like drowning. But Annabella had been my anchor, my steady ground. And Jacob, in his own way, was a ble
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