Canceling the Wedding He Never Deserved

That evening, home from work, I called Curtis Harding on video the way I always did.

Not a minute in, he said, "Never mind, I'm going to go shower."

So I sat on the couch, phone in my hands, waiting.

He didn't call back until four hours later.

His face filled the screen, laughing, more alive than I'd seen him in ages.

"My assistant made a fool of herself again. She can't even get the numbers right on a slide deck."

"Annie, if she were half as smart as you, I'd be set."

A moment later,