Eleven
Morning dawned and I blinked at the light filtering through the windows in the bedroom. J.T. was already gone, pulling an early morning shift to ensure we’d be able to get to the courthouse with enough time to actually get married. I lay there in the stillness of the condo and let the realization that I was getting married today settle over me. Reaching for my phone, I dialed my dad’s number, not caring that it was too early.
“Ez? Is everything okay?” Dad sounded more awake than I expected.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Do you have plans this afternoon?”
“Not really, no. What’s going on?”
“J.T. and I decided we’re going to City Hall to get married. I want you to be there.”
I could hear the smile in his voice. “I knew it! I’m so happy for you, sweetheart. Of course, I’ll be there.
