♥ Jethro ♥
It started with little things. A pause too long when she stirred her tea. The way she blinked a second longer at her computer screen as if the words were swimming. She smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She laughed, but the sound felt thinner. At first, I chalked it up to wedding nerves. We were only weeks away from saying “I do,” and planning everything, no matter how joyful, had to be exhausting. But something about it didn’t sit right with me. This wasn’t the kind of tired that came from running around doing dress fittings or selecting napkin colors. This was something deeper. Something quieter. And it was slowly unraveling her.
“Hey,” I said gently as I stepped into the kitchen. Chloe leaned against the counter and stared at her untouched coffee. “Chloe?” she look
