I avoided weddings for months.
Not completely.
I still worked.
But I sent assistants when possible.
Then one bride asked for peonies.
Soft pink.
Simple.
She reminded me of myself before Adrian.
That bothered me.
Then it didn’t.
I took the job.
The morning of the wedding, I tied the bouquet slowly.
My hands were steady.
At the venue, I heard a groom laughing in another room.
For one second, my body froze.
Then I breathed.
Different man.
Different wedding.
Different life.
The bride asked:
“Does it look okay?”
I looked at the bouquet.
Then at her.
“Yes.”
She smiled.
“Perfect.”
I almost told her perfection was dangerous.
I didn’t.
She deserved her own day.
Not my warning.
That was part of healing too.
Knowing when your pain belongs in the room.
And when it does not.
I started using white flowers again slowly.
First baby’s breath.
Then roses.
Then lilies.
Color returned before trust did.
I bought a new pair of work shoes.
The old ones were the same pair I had worn at Adrian’s funeral.
I had not realized that until I threw them away.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I kept working because work gave the hours a shape.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I let other people carry parts of the legal process for me.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I learned that unanswered questions can exist without controlling the whole day.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I stopped measuring healing by whether I cried.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
Some days I was angry.
Some days I was bored by the case.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
The ordinary days became more important than the dramatic ones.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I kept working because work gave the hours a shape.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I let other people carry parts of the legal process for me.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I learned that unanswered questions can exist without controlling the whole day.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I stopped measuring healing by whether I cried.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
Some days I was angry.
Some days I was bored by the case.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
The ordinary days became more important than the dramatic ones.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I kept working because work gave the hours a shape.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I let other people carry parts of the legal process for me.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I learned that unanswered questions can exist without controlling the whole day.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I stopped measuring healing by whether I cried.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
Some days I was angry.
Some days I was bored by the case.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
The ordinary days became more important than the dramatic ones.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I kept working because work gave the hours a shape.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I let other people carry parts of the legal process for me.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I learned that unanswered questions can exist without controlling the whole day.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I stopped measuring healing by whether I cried.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
Some days I was angry.
Some days I was bored by the case.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
The ordinary days became more important than the dramatic ones.
My assistant stopped watching me every time a groom entered the room.
I stopped noticing when she stopped.
That was progress too.
I kept working because work gave the hours a shape.
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