“I’m happy for you, Owen,” I said, and I meant it. “Thanks.” I didn’t ask him questions about Lindsay, because I didn’t want to hear how in love with her he was, which made me a terrible friend. It didn’t matter anyway, because his friend Jace called him inside. The ceremony was about to start. “I’ll see you in there?” he asked. I nodded. He looked happy. I couldn’t deny it, and I didn’t begrudge him a full, joy-filled life. I was just surprised that Lindsay was “the one.”
