Three, Two, One—I Don’t Love You Anymore

"This was my fourth attempt to marry my boyfriend, Torin Calder. We'd just reached the Office of Civil Marriages in Las Vegas.

He and my best friend, Blythe Mercer, suddenly froze.

No matter how hard I pulled, I couldn't make either of them take a single step.

I knew they were playing the freeze game again.

There was no warning. They simply stopped and competed to see who could hold their pose the longest.

When we'd gone bungee jumping over a canyon, we'd agreed all three of us would take turns jumping.