On the morning of the original wedding day, I woke at 5 a.m.
It was still dark outside, but there were already dozens of messages on my phone.
Someone had sent a video from the venue. The original white-and-green decor had been replaced with red roses. Only Ethan and Serena's names were on the main stage. Serena was in a wheelchair, having her makeup done. Ethan knelt beside her, adjusting the hem of her dress.
He was wearing the suit I had picked out for him.
His bow tie was slightly crooked. Before every formal event, I used to stand in front of him and fix it. He used to complain I was too slow and bump his forehead against mine to hurry me up.
In the video, Serena reached up and straightened it for him. Ethan didn't pull away.
I turned off the video and pushed the last suitcase t
