With just a week to go before the wedding, Jared started acting… off. He was always on his phone, distracted, and vague about a short “bachelor trip” he had planned with two of his friends. He told me it was just a quick getaway—some hiking, beer, guy time. I didn’t press. I even packed his favorite trail snacks.
But three days before he was set to leave, I ran into Dylan, one of his groomsmen, at the mall.
“Closure trip?” I asked, my voice tight.
He laughed. “Yeah, you know, vacationing with your ex before the wedding. Bold move.”
I smiled tightly, pretending I was in the loop. “Oh, yeah. Jared’s big on emotional resolution.”
Dylan nodded. “That early morning flight’s going to be rough though.”
“Early?” I asked.
“Yeah. 8:40 a.m. Tuesday. He asked me to cover for him.”
I said something about the weather, tossed out a line about packing for Bali, and watched Dylan’s face scrunch in confusion.
“Bali? I thought they were going to Cancún.”
I Didn’t Cry—I Made a Call
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