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I pull up to the house and see that Liam is not home yet. It’s after six, and we have a ton of work to do tonight. He knows that tonight we’re putting together the engagement photos, making sure that everyone gets which one they want. Liam got home late last night and left for work early this morning, I think. He has a leather couch in his office, and sometimes, if he has to pull an all-nighter, he does just that. He’s been working so hard lately, too, with a new client, and I know, because I’ve hardly heard from him in the last couple of days.

Plus, my phone has been acting up lately, so sometimes people have to call me, because my texting and email aren’t working properly. I have an appointment tomorrow to get it fixed, but it’s something that I’ve been living with for a few weeks now. Even Becky has given up on my phone, and she simply calls me. As I walk through the house, taking stock of what needs to be done, I look around, and notice that something is missing. In fact, a lot of things are missing.

I wonder if we’ve been broken into, until I go into the bedroom, and see that Liam’s clothes are all gone, but mine are here. And that’s when I find the note. It’s a piece of Liam’s business stationery, and it’s his handwriting and signature. But it might as well not be him in the body of the message, because it sounds nothing like what my fiancé, the love of my life, would say.

…‘The wedding is off, Hanna. I’m sorry. Liam.’

Liam

High school sweethearts. A shotgun-style Christmas wedding. And a bomb dropped just days before the nuptials that could end it all forever.

My brother hands me a beer. I’d love to wipe the smug look off his face. We both know what he’s going to say. I’ve just sealed the deal with Hanna, the girl I’ve loved since high school. Problem is, she doesn’t know something about me. Something that I’m not one hundred percent sure of myself, and if ever there was a time to find out, now would be it. I sip my beer, thinking about my next steps, but instead of doing what I should, I do what I absolutely shouldn’t.

I come home from work, expecting to see the love of my life, Liam, there. Instead, the house is void of his things, and most important, he’s not here. He’s blocked my number, tied himself up in meetings, and the only person who will be straight with me about what’s going on doesn’t know a thing. I’m part dumbfounded, part heartbroken, and part pissed off that he left me, days before our wedding. But what I find out is even more heartbreaking, more confusing, and most of all, more pivotal than anything else I’ve ever learned about Liam before.

Can we get past this? Can my long lived dream of having a Christmas wedding really come true? Or is that whole ‘Christmas miracle’ thing bogus?