The Wedding I Almost Missed
The fluorescent lights above my desk hummed their familiar tune of exhaustion, a low buzz that had become the soundtrack to my life over the past two years. I rubbed my eyes, feeling the gritty sensation of someone who’d been staring at spreadsheets for far too long. The numbers on my computer screen blurred together—profit margins, quarterly reports, budget analyses—all demanding my attention with the urgency of a fire alarm.
