Visiting the venue
We went to visit the wedding venue, a lovely setting that we had both fallen in love with. The planner patiently took us through the details, showing us the seating chart while we adjusted the final details. Even with Tim’s constant silence occupying my mind, as I watched Jeff walk around the room, I was infected with the emotion of the big day. Deep down, I wished that the rest of our lives would fall into place as naturally as those preparations.
Site Visit
Persistent unease
Despite the excitement of the wedding, a deafening restlessness wouldn’t leave me. There was something wrong, like an essential piece of a puzzle that kept going missing. Sitting next to Jeff, going over lists and plans, my thoughts kept returning to Tim. His words echoed over and over again: “Don’t marry my father.” I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something fundamental, and that emptiness tormented me, leaving me on constant alert.
Persistent malaise
