“EIGHT MONTHS AFTER OUR DIVORCE, HE INVITED ME TO HIS WEDDING—BUT HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT I’M ABOUT TO BRING

over my dress. “Black? Dramatic.”

“It felt appropriate.”

“For my wedding?”

“For endings.”

His jaw tightened. Then his gaze dropped to the covered carrier in Nora’s hands.

“What is that?”

Nora smiled without warmth. “A baby, Adrian. They tend to exist at weddings where families are involved.”

His eyes returned to me.

Suspicion flickered first. Then amusement.continue reading …