Dominic's POV
The vows are harder than I expected.
Not because I don't know what I want to say. Because I know exactly what I want to say and putting it in sentences feels like dismantling something I've spent thirty-nine years constructing.
I write the first draft at my desk at eleven on a Thursday night while Emma studies in the bedroom. Three paragraphs. I read them back and delete everything. Too formal. Sounds like a contract.
Second draft. Too much. Reads like a confession to a therapist.
Third draft. I stop after the first line and stare at the wall for four minutes.
Marcus calls Friday morning and I make the mistake of mentioning it.
"You're overthinking it," he says.
"I'm not overthinking. I'm drafting."
"Dominic. What would you say to her if no one was watching?"
I don'
