Three Tickets For Our Honeymoon

Ten minutes before we were scheduled to leave for our honeymoon, Sean suddenly went quiet.

The lighthearted banter we’d been sharing over the packed bags in the entryway evaporated. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a faded supermarket receipt, creased at the corners and softened by time. On the back, written in my slightly hurried college handwriting, was a promise: "One Unconditional Free Pass."

He smoothed the crumpled paper against his palm, looking at me with that gentle, coaxing smile he reserved for moments when he was about to ask too much.