And just like that, from out of nowhere, a little dark cloud flits across my mind and then settles there. Steve—whom I had just hours ago decided I would never think of again—is now figuring rather prominently. It hits me that he didn’t want to marry me in front of witnesses and family because he didn’t really, really love me; and now Judd doesn’t want to even pretend we’re in love. Even my father doesn’t act like he loves anyone. And Tenaj . . . gone from my life. No one, no one, loves me the way I want to be loved. No one loves the whole me.
