You Can Keep My Fiancée

Summary

With our wedding just around the corner, I found a digital trail of highway toll receipts on my fiancée’s phone.

Every trip had started in the dead of night. A twelve-hour drive, straight.

To keep me from noticing, she would turn right around and make the grueling journey back the very next day.

Looking at that exhausting, relentless schedule, my friends tried to reassure me.

"It’s normal, man. Cold feet. Some women just panic before the big day. She’ll snap out of it soon."

But I didn't buy it.

So, I followed her through the night, all the way to San Francisco.