When they got home, Justin gasped—Britin Manor was just as they left it—beautiful.
He cringed as he saw the pool of dried blood where Brian had been attacked, but Brian just smiled—that could be easily taken care of with just a little elbow grease, and by the time they got married, surely no one would know the difference.
Still a little woozy from his whole experience, Brian threw an arm around Justin's shoulder and allowed him to walk him into the house. It was still set up for the wedding—Justin couldn't bear to tear it down, mainly because he needed a little hope—hope that Brian would be better soon!
Friends came by to clean up—that place on the sidewalk, most of all. They knew something like that didn't need to be around—something that could only dampen people's spirits just when they wanted to celebrate!
As the weeks—and months—passed, Brian grew stronger and stronger, and by the big day, you'd never know anything had happened!