it.
SIGN HERE.
Nobody said anything.
“You didn’t read to the end, sweetheart,” I said quietly.
Cullen stared at that yellow tab like it was a snake.
“You never signed it,” he said.
“I never signed it.”
“But—you were going to. It’s got my name on it. You were going to—”
“I was going to sign it on your wedding day,” I said. “That was the plan. That was the whole point. Graham was going to bring a notary to the reception. I was going to stand up in front
