#Chapter 65 – Close call

“Sure, I have a moment,” I say, tucking my feet sideways beneath me. In honesty, though, I don’t have too long. The boys are downstairs waiting for their dinner and I have absolutely nothing thawed or prepped. Still, I can tell by the tension in Victor’s voice that something’s up. He sighs, a big one. “I’m…I’m really struggling.” “Please,” I say, my heart truly going out to him. “Tell me about it.” “My fiancé moved our wedding up to this month. It’s been…kind of a whirlwind, getting everything together in time.” “Is that what’s stressing you out? The shortened schedule and all that that entails?” “No, honestly, I don’t care about that. We have enough staff that really not much of it is falling on my plate. It’s just that…I am struggling to care about it at all. My fiancé just reminded me that over the summer I was so excited about the wedding. I wanted to be involved – wanted to pick the flowers, to have a say in ridiculous things like the color scheme. Now I just…I just