My fiancé died before our wedding — three months later, his mother saw me at another wedding and immediately tried to hide.
Adrian and I were supposed to get married that summer.
We’d already booked the venue. I’d chosen my dress. We’d argued over the cake flavor and laughed about how ridiculous we were being.
Then, six weeks before the wedding, Adrian was killed in a car accident.
The crash was so bad that we buried him in a closed casket.
I remember standing beside his mother, Colleen, at the funeral, holding her hand while they lowered Adrian into the ground.
Three months after burying my fiancé, I forced myself to work another wedding. Then I saw his mother slipping away from me, and her reaction made no sense.
Adrian and I were supposed to get married that summer.
By spring, almost everything was ready. We’d already booked the venue. I’d chosen my dress.
