The night before my wedding, I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. No matter how hard I tried—closing my eyes, taking deep breaths, even counting backward from a hundred—nothing worked. Tomorrow was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but instead of excitement, I felt a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. What if something went wrong? What if I tripped walking down the aisle? What if Zachary, my fiancé, got cold feet? My heart pounded at the thought. A headache started creeping in. Great. Just

I never thought I’d see him again. Not after all these years. Not after he saved my life that night in the snowstorm and then disappeared without a trace. But there he was, sitting on the cold subway floor, his hands outstretched for change. The man who once saved me was now the one who needed saving. For a moment, I just stood there, staring. The world around me faded—the hurried footsteps, the screech of the trains, the announcements over the intercom. None of it mattered. All I could see

I stared at the numbers on my laptop screen, my heart sinking. No matter how many times I recalculated, the result was the same: daycare was too expensive. “If only that place near the mall still had space,” I muttered under my breath. “I still don’t understand why you want to waste money on daycare when I can watch this little angel for free,” Kelly, my mother-in-law, said, peering over my shoulder as she gently rocked baby Lily in her arms. “Those prices are outrageous!” My jaw clenched. Kelly had