I thought the strangest part of my wedding day would be getting married in a hospital.

I was wrong.

When Anna agreed to marry me, I felt like I had somehow outrun every bad thing life had ever handed me. We came from the same place—an orphanage where silence meant She understood me in ways no one else ever had.

I thought we wanted the same future: a steady home, warm meals, children who would never feel unwanted.

Then one night, she said something that didn’t fit into any version of that dream.survival and love always felt temporary.I want us to get married in a hospital.”
I stopped mid-bite, staring at her.

“A hospital?” I asked. “Why would we do that?”

“You’ll find out later, Logan.”
“Later?” I shook my head. “That’s not a wedding venue. That’s where people go when something’s wrong.”