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Spring used to be Patrick’s favorite season. Spring meant baseball and the hope of new beginnings. But this year, as he lies listening to birds chirping and Rachel’s steady breathing, spring feels like it might crush him.
Because spring is also wedding season.
When they set the date, Rachel set up a countdown pinned to the fridge. Every time she crosses another day off, Patrick feels another piece of him chipping away.
There’s no way out of this that won’t hurt them both, but if he keeps going on like this, there’ll be nothing left.
He has to do something.