*Hangar*

I didn’t know where to start. Packing for a trip like this shouldn’t have felt so monumental, but it did. My suitcase sat open on the bed, empty, mocking me. What do you pack for a visit to your husband’s family when you don’t even know what kind of people they are? Formal? Casual? Judgmental? Welcoming? Every possibility ran through my head until I felt paralyzed by indecision.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I stared at my closet. Most of my clothes didn’t ...