Sandy lay on her back looking up at the ceiling unable to sleep. She’d left him a couple of messages, but he hadn’t answered any of them. They hadn’t spoken since that terrible argument the day before. Their wedding was only a two weeks away, yet everything was falling apart. How did she allow his mother and sister to drive a wedge between them so easily? She knew what they were up to? She knew that they didn’t want them to get married. Yet, she still fell into the trap. Then, there was Franklin. She was finally able to let go of what they’d shared, but the guilt of what almost happened between them still weighed heavily on her. If she and Roman even made it to the Alter, Sandy didn’t want to go into their marriage with lies and secrets between them. She was going to have to tell him, “I’m done self-sabotaging this relationship.” She sighed, “I just wish he’d come home so we can talk. I hate this.”
