As time passed, she began to rationalize. She couldn’t force him to love her. And she couldn’t hate him for moving on.

If he didn’t show up, he didn’t show up. It was a definite possibility, and she’d known that going in.

She had a Plan B all set up in case he did reject her…she just really hoped she wouldn’t need it.

She wanted this to work. She needed this to work. But it all came down to what he wanted…what he needed.

And whatever he decided…she would accept it.

Oh, God. Please don’t let me need Plan B.