Everyone’s eyes widened and cheered as Julie and my mom entered the room together. My heart started pounding against my ribcage as I turned to Logan, shocked. “How?”
He shrugged. “I made a few stops before coming over here.”
You’re my world. My whole, wide world.
***
The wedding was going amazingly well, with more laughter and happy tears than I’d seen in a long time. When everything wound down, we all walked out to the parking lot of the restaurant, Kellan and Logan still in their suits, and Erika and I still in our dresses.
“Thanks again, Logan and Alyssa. For everything. Tonight was everything I ever dreamed of,” Erika said. The way she looked at Kellan and the way he stared her way showed me what true love really looked like.
“No problem. Kellan, I know you have your doctor’s appointment tomorrow, and I’ll be there. But I think tonight I’ll stay at Alyssa’s, so the newlyweds can have the night to themselves,” Logan said.
He smiled and agreed, but Erika yipped. “No!”
“What?” I asked.
“We have to make one stop before anyone goes their separate ways,” she explained.
“Okay. Where’s that?” Logan asked my sister.
A wicked grin fell against Erika’s lips, and that smile told me exactly where we were about to go.
***
The four of us stood in aisle five of Pottery Barn, staring at the different plate sets. Erika’s eyes were narrowed, deep in thought, as the rest of us swayed back and forth.
“Did you really have to break all of my things?” She questioned, tilting her head to the left, looking at something that cost more than my bridesmaid dress.
“It was Logan’s idea,” Kellan said, throwing his brother under the bus.
“Alyssa went along with it,” Logan replied.
“Kellan told me you wouldn’t mind,” I chimed in.
“Whatever. I blame you all equally.”
“You can’t blame me!” Kellan said, defensively. “I have—”
“Cancer, we know!” Logan, Erika, and I moaned in unison. He laughed.
“Okay. On the count of three, everyone point at which set I should get before we move on to the glasses. One, two, three!”
“That one!” we all shouted, pointing at different items, then we all began to argue, shouting over each other, laughing, and smiling.
Once the plates were chosen, there was a sense of peace that washed over the once hectic aisle five. I looked around at the people who knew all of each other, the good, the bad, and the destroyed. I saw it. It was still there. Through all of the pain, tears, and destruction, somehow our love for one another survived. Somehow we were all still connected.
My people.
My family.
My tribe.
Somehow, we were unbreakable.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Logan