Right before my wedding day, I stopped by my future mother-in-law’s house. As I was leaving, I realized I had forgotten my cardigan

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There was a pause.

“Harper, what kind of question is that the night before our wedding?”

“A simple one.”

“Of course I love you. I’m marrying you tomorrow.”

“That is not the same answer.”

He sighed, soft and patient, as if I were simply being emotional. “You’re having nerves. Sleep, okay? Tomorrow will fix everything.”

I almost played the recording for him continue reading …