My bride slipped me a note asking me to say no at the altar, it sounded crazy, but I trusted her plan
The narrator first meets Emily on a quiet December afternoon in a cozy, dimly lit bookstore. She’s thumbing through a worn copy of Jane Eyre, and there’s a peacefulness about her—an inner calm that draws him in. Their conversation begins over books and coffee, but something deeper takes root almost immediately. What starts as a chance…