Ray remained standing as Carolyn took her seat at the computer. “I almost called three times before I actually did it,” she said quietly, fingers resting on the keyboard. “I kept telling myself it wasn’t my business. That I could just — not say anything.” She looked up at him. “But if I were in your position, I’d want to know.” “Show me.”
She opened the first folder. The monitor filled with images Ray recognized — the ceremony, the reception, the botanical gardens glowing in late afternoon light. The photographs were beautiful. He’d been proud of how the day had come together, had felt, standing at the end of that aisle, that he’d finally gotten something right.