Jane Austen, from Emma Mike sat in a small room in the basement of the Destiny Church of Christ. He wore a tux. He was getting married in less than an hour. He heard the echo of Rachel’s laughter from another room somewhere above him on the main floor. It was one of those moments in life that made a man stop and reflect. His life had changed so much in the past couple of years. He had a woman he loved, and knowing he was going to spend the rest of his life with her made him feel damn fortunate. He had good friends, and a loving family. His wayward brother, Lucky, had come home and they’d mended their relationship. And now his baby sister had miraculously returned, too. For the last year or two, he’d been trying hard to quit believing that would ever happen, trying to finally let her go, give himself some closure. But he’d never completely gotten there—and he supposed there’d been a reason why. Somehow, all along, he’d known—just known—that she couldn’t really be gone forever.
