“I’m feeling unbearably stupid right now, Miles, so you’re going to have to do better than that. Tell me something awful.” He laughs. “Okay. What about this: when Petra and I got your save-the-date in the mail, she told me she didn’t want to get married, and I was like, Cool, no worries. Because I thought she meant in general, not specifically that she didn’t want to marry me.” I drop my face toward the dresser. My pained groan gives way to something more forceful, the emotion shaking through my shoulders.
