The Honeymoon I Took Alone

Summary

With less than forty-eight hours left before we were supposed to register our marriage, Natalie and I still hadn’t settled on our honeymoon.

I brought it up casually over dinner after work.

"How about Florida?"

Her fork didn’t stop moving. "Been there. I don't do repeat trips."

"What about Lake Tahoe?"

"I haven't been," she said, her voice completely detached. "But Brody asked me to go with him next year."

My grip tightened on my fork. I knew exactly what she meant.

Because she was going with Brody, she wouldn't go with me.