Those are not words anyone wants to hear while wearing a wedding dress.
I actually laughed because I didn’t know what else to do.
“You’re telling me now?”
A few guests laughed nervously.
Reed didn’t.
“I tried last night.”
“What?”
“I wrote it down.”
I stared at him.
“What are you talking about?”
He rubbed his thumb across my knuckles.
“I’ve told you about when I was nineteen.”
I nodded slowly.
Of course he had.
Not in great detail.
Reed had always said that after graduating high school, he left his father’s house in northern Illinois and spent almost a year living with different relatives before eventually moving to Madison.
He called those years his “messy period.”
I’d never pushed.
His father had been difficult. His mother had died when he was fourteen. Reed had started working young. By twenty-two, he’d completed an electrical apprenticeship.
