And yet, something felt off.
During our first dance, I noticed it.
His smile was there, but it did not reach his eyes.
“Are you all right?” I whispered.
“Of course,” he said. “Just overwhelmed.”
But his grip on me was tighter than usual.
That night, when we returned home, the bedroom had been decorated with candles and flowers. It was a thoughtful gesture from our children.
I smiled.
Graham did not.
He walked straight into the bathroom and closed the door.
Minutes passed.
Then I heard it.
