My birthday. And that means it will be the past four days rolled into one with cake and singing. I set my alarm clock to let me sleep another half hour before I have to face the music—literally. I roll over and pull the blankets over my head in hopes that it will somehow h...
I’m not entirely sure I’m ready for this. I love her with all my heart, but I never planned on marrying so young. I didn’t plan on Father dying, either. “Should I go now?” I ask Father, feeling a bit panicked. “If you are ready. I do not wish to for...