Warm Lights for the Rest of My Life

Summary

The night before my wedding, I walked in on my fiancé and my sister. In the aftermath, a chorus of voices urged me to be the bigger person.

"Scarlett, Asher and your sister are in love," my mother said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Just let them be. Be gracious. Let your sister have him."

"That's enough, Scarlett," my father added, his voice weary. "We're all family here. Let's not make a big deal out of this."

Even Asher, my fiancé, just stood there with his head bowed, silent.

I didn't scream. I didn't cry. That night, I packed a bag and left New York.