Lincoln
The wedding was beautiful in the way weddings are when two people are genuinely in love. Catherine looked radiant in her lace gown, and Lincoln couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Wendy sat in the third row, her face aching from maintaining a smile, and watched the man she loved pledge his life to someone else.
She tried to move on. Went on dates with men from apps who were perfectly nice and perfectly wrong.
Threw herself into work. Slowly rebuilt a careful friendship with the newlyweds, though it required a kind of constant emotional vigilance that left her exhausted.
Then Catherine got sick.
It started eight months after the wedding, just as Catherine discovered she was pregnant. At first, they thought it was just severe morning sickness.
But Catherine grew weaker instead
