Tracy POV

I sat on our lumpy couch in our horrible apartment, staring at a pile of unpaid bills and feeling panic rising in my chest. The wedding was in four weeks, and we didn't have money for anything. Not the final payment to the venue, not the flowers, not even the wedding cake I had spent hours designing with the baker.

Bernard was in the bathroom getting ready for another day of pretending his construction company wasn't falling apart, but I could hear him talking on the phone through ...