Tomorrow is the big day. Ever since our last argument, Owen has stayed home with Bryant and I. He has found numerous ways to keep us busy. Typically the bride and groom spend the night apart so I told Owen he could stay with Michael who asked me if he could play poker and get drunk with him. I agreed since he needs something to occupy him. I, on the other hand, have absolutely no plans. Bryant is with his grandmother for the night and once Owen leaves, I will be alone.
He comes downstairs with his duffel bag and sets it by the door before sauntering towards me. I take a sip from my wine glass before setting it down on the counter beside me. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay? Or take you to the Bellevue house so you have something to do."
"No, I'll be fine. I have plenty and worryin
