My sister-in-law mistakenly sent me a photo that was meant for my husband—I smiled, saved it, and waited exactly six months.

into a plain white envelope, and tucked it beneath everything else.

I closed the lid. Tied the bow. And smiled for the first time in six months.

“I hope I’m wrong.”

***

Saturday arrived warm and bright.

Brooke’s backyard looked exactly the way she’d planned it for months.

Two long folding tables stretched across the lawn, covered with white tablecloths and continue reading …