I married my high school sweetheart – but on our first anniversary, I overheard a phone call that left me gasping.

sobbed into his shoulder until my ribs hurt. I thought I’d hit the jackpot and that every excuse, delay, and “not yet” had been the price of something real.

We got married that fall in a tiny ceremony.

Megan was my maid of honor. Diane sat in the front row and dabbed her eyes like an actress.

Our first anniversary was last Friday.

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