Joy Webster could never go to a wedding without thinking of her own. She had been to so many lately. Becca's. Gwen's. Noelle's. Now her coworker Andrew's.
It had been such a beautiful day. She had really thought it would be the start of the beautiful rest of her life with Paul but their life together had been so short and full of tragedy. It was in the back of her mind every day but the reminder was almost too much to bear at weddings.
They had a few good years together but neither of them ever would have guessed what was in store for them. Now Paul was dead and Joy tried her best to soldier on masking her despair with cheerfulness.
People looking at her might think she had a fulfilling life on the surface (living arrangements aside) but most of them didn't know about how miserable her situation actually was. And those who did thought she had moved on. Ha. She hadn't moved on at all.
