Was it really that late? Twelve.
I stood on the bridge at midnight as the clocks were striking the hour; lost in my thoughts, vaguely aware it was starting to rain. Isn't it written somewhere that if it rains on your wedding day, it is good luck? I needed more than good luck. I needed some guidance.
"Sorry, I don't really want to tell you this, but I will never forgive myself if I don't. I saw Jake with another woman a couple days ago and it was obvious they were more than friends."