Jas.
The car ride home felt longer than usual. Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the heaviness in my chest. Maybe it was the fact that I had just promised myself to a man in marriage; one I barely knew, and was now on my way to confess that decision to the one person who had raised me since I was a teenager.
My phone buzzed as the cab pulled up to the curb. I glanced down at it to see it was a text from Zane.
Zane: You home yet?
I smiled faintly and typed back:
Me: Just got home. About to walk in through the front door.
My fingers hovered over the screen for a moment, then moved again before I could talk myself out of it.
Me: I have to talk to my uncle and explain everything to him. He won’t be happy but I've got to talk to him. He’s still up.
I hit send, then stared at the h
