Jay sat by the window of his hotel suite, watching the lights blink across the skyline. He had been waiting all day to hear from Kim. He knew the wedding was supposed to happen, and by now, it should’ve been over. He had expected pictures, at least a short call. But nothing came.

He picked up his phone and tried again.

After a few rings, Kim finally answered. His voice was low, almost tired.

“Hey,” Kim said.

“Man,” Jay replied, standing up and pacing. “I’ve been calling. ...