MIRA

Two months later

Spring is here. It arrived faster than usual; it must have heard our special plans for it. Even the sun seems gentler, as if it knows that today is our special day.

It's today. The day. The one I once thought would never come. The one that somehow feels more like a dream than a reality.

Jackson had suggested we wait for spring. But spring, he said, was the season of new beginnings. And we were beginning a lifetime. Together.

We could’ve had a huge ballroom party with ...