No Longer Compromise For You

My fiancé is deaf in his right ear.

But he can hear my best friend tap a coffee cup from across the room.

Two soft taps on the table. Julian slides a hot Americano toward Sienna's hand.

One glance at the window. He's up, pulling the shade before she has to ask.

I say his name twice at conversational volume, sitting right next to him.

He turns, blinking. "Sorry, babe. Speak up. Couldn't catch that."

I swallowed my hurt and told myself he was just exhausted from planning the wedding.

Until the engagement shoot.