Room 12.
Reserved for September 20 through 23.
Then came Holloway & Sons Fine Jewelry.
A custom-made gold wedding band.
Wider than his old ring.
Designed with a hinge so it could open around his damaged knuckle.
Ready for collection September 14.
There were notes about flowers.
White daisies, like the ones we’d used at our first wedding.
A song.
“At Last.”
Our original wedding music.
Pastor Jim, the minister who’d married us twenty-six years earlier.
Our daughter Sophie.
Mark had written a reminder to tell her everything and ask her to help choose my dress.
Another note told Dave, Ray, and Tommy to keep quiet.
Especially Ray.
I almost laughed through my tears.
Then I saw the sentence typed in bold at the top of the spreadsheet.
MARRY LEE AGAIN — WHILE I STILL REMEMBER WHY.
I read it again.
And again.
The jewelry receipt wasn’t for another woman.
The hotel reservation wasn’t an affair.
