He Swiped My Accident Away

Summary

With our wedding just weeks away, I found a stack of toll receipts on my boyfriend's phone.

Every single one showed a midnight departure, a grueling twelve-hour drive, and a frantic return the very next morning. To keep me from noticing his absence, he had pulled off these brutal, back-to-back road trips, running on pure adrenaline and desperation.

Looking at that exhausting, dangerous schedule, my friends tried to soothe me over brunch.

"It’s normal," they said, offering sympathetic smiles. "Cold feet. Guys freak out before the wedding.