It's morning now, what was supposed to be the eve of Emma's wedding, and yet the weight of last night's events still hangs heavy in the air.
As I stir from my fitful sleep, exhaustion weighing down my limbs like lead, it takes me a few moments to fully recall the events of the previous night. The conversation with Andy, the devastating news about Jay, and the looming uncertainty of Emma's future all come flooding back in a rush of emotions.
Beside me, Andy stirs as well, his movements sluggish and tired. I can see the exhaustion etched into every line of his face, a mirror of my own weariness.
"Morning," I mumble, my voice hoarse with sleep as I rub the sleep from my eyes.
Andy grunts in response, his eyes fluttering open as he stretches his limbs with a tired groan. "Morning," he repl
