Chapter 75

Beckett

I wake up before the alarm, before the sun, before the house starts moving.

And for one second I don’t know why, then it hits all at once.

It’s my wedding day.

I lie there in the dark and listen to the old house sounds, the vent kicking on, and the sound of one baby sighing through the monitor. There’s the sound of a faint creak in the hallway that tells me Dad’s already awake because of c