I married the boy I’d loved since childhood in his hospital room after doctors said cancer would take him within months. Just after our vows, a nurse pulled me aside and whispered, “Before you leave… look under his mattress.” I thought I was losing my husband. I had no idea I’d never truly known him.
The medical machines beside Ben hummed their quiet, steady rhythm.
I stood at the foot of his bed, holding a cheap veil.
I was finally going to marry the boy I’d loved for twenty years.
But it was far from being a dream wedding.
Ben grinned at me from the hospital bed, pale but stubbornly cheerful.
“You look beautiful.”
It was far from being a dream wedding.
“I’m wearing jeans, Ben.”
