Chapter Twenty-Four
Mac looked at his reflection in the mirror. The man staring back at him looked tired but determined. Behind him, he spied the tux jacket he'd picked out for his wedding today. Instead of tossing it into the suitcase that was open on the bed, Mac reached over and shoved the jacket in a bag for donations along with the collared shirt, tie, and pants he’d planned to wear today. It wasn't likely he'd ever wear the things.
He sat the bag of donations down on the floor next to the trash bin. On the bedside table, he saw the wedding planner book he’d had for years. The binder page opened to patterns featuring the colors he’d chose so long ago. The blush and plum really were the best colors for him and Lana. Two things that you wouldn't think go together, but complemented eac
