A Tent for One
Language: en
Twenty days before our wedding, my fiancé's friends invited us on a camping trip in the mountains. When we arrived at the site, they announced we would draw lots for the tents. I drew a single sleeping pad. My fiancé, Arthur, and his childhood best friend, Mia, drew the only two-person tent. I looked at Arthur, but he just brushed it off. "Don't take it personally. It's just a random draw. I'll make it up to you next time." That night, my single tent started leaking. I went to Arthur's SUV to grab a dry towel. Through the slightly cracked car door, I heard Mia's voice from…