People at the neighboring tables applauded.
For once, I didn’t care who was watching.
We announced our engagement the following weekend.
Delaney learned about it through a mutual friend.
She sent Caleb a message asking whether he was making a mistake.
He replied politely that he had made his decision and wished her well.
She didn’t contact us again.
Our wedding took place the following spring in a small garden outside Lancaster.
We invited our families, close friends, and the people who had stood beside us when our lives became difficult.
I wore a simple ivory dress.
Caleb wore a dark blue suit.
His sister cried during the ceremony, and my father laughed when Caleb nearly forgot the ring because he was too nervous to remember which pocket he had put it in.
When it was time for our vows, Caleb took both my hands.
“I promise to choose you when life is easy and when it isn’t,” he said. “I promise to tell you the truth, even when it is uncomfortable. And I promise that nobody else’s anger will ever be more important to me than the life we build together.”
