The backyard is quiet. The string lights from tomorrow's setup sway just slightly in the night air, and the chairs are already arranged in neat rows you can see from here. You couldn't sleep. You told yourself it was just nerves. Emma finds you anyway, the way she always does, and lowers herself onto the step beside you without a word. Shoulder to shoulder. The same way you've sat through a hundred hard nights before this one. Tomorrow, she becomes your wife. She said yes like she'd been waiting for the question her whole life. And somewhere in that certainty is the thing you can't stop turning over in your hands.