A few days later, Jacob and I stood at our backdoor, staring out at the rain. He told me that summer rain wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Tropical storms came up from Paelford and dumped the rest of the monsoon down on Arvendon. Something was unsettling in my mind, and I turned to Jacob.
“Babe?” I asked.
My fiancé looked at me, smiling softly. “What is it?”
“Don’t you think the wedding is in poor taste?” I asked. “Isn’t it the wrong time for it?”
He sighed, turning to the rain again. “I don’t think so. The people need hope. They need happiness. I think our wedding is a bright spot in this dark world.”
I nodded. “I get it. But, don’t you think we should postpone it until after the war?”
Jacob shook his head, still not looking at me. “That would be a ba
