"You're being foolish."
I let her say it because I knew she didn't understand.
***
Two weeks before the wedding, I tried on my dress in the bedroom mirror. Amanda zipped the back while Sophie clapped, and the boys peeked around the doorframe, pretending to gag. I was so excited for that day!
Then I saw Robert in the mirror.
"You're being foolish."
My fiancé stood in the doorway, watching me with an expression I didn't understand then. Not happiness exactly, but not sadness either. Like he was trying to memorize me.
"You look beautiful," he said softly.
"You're not supposed to see the dress."
"I know," he replied. "I just wanted to remember."
Looking back, I think part of him already knew something was wrong. He'd been tired for months, losing weight, hiding headaches behind small smiles.
He was trying to memorize me.
***
