Up the road, I see Reid leaning against his car, and I stop in the middle of the sidewalk. He’s looking at the night sky, his head tipped back and his eyes cast upward. He’s unaware I’m here, unaware I’m staring at him with my jaw almost on the ground, and I soak up the sight of him. The tuxedo he’s wearing is familiar, and I realize it’s the same one he wore the night of the wedding. His bowtie is purple, and he’s holding a bouquet of sunflowers close to his chest. A smile—the faintest hint of a grin—sits on the corners of his mouth, and I want to kiss it off his face.
