We pull into the hotel shortly before six. I’m slow to step from the vehicle, and I take a moment to stretch my aching muscles. It feels more like I ran a half-marathon than rode in an SUV all day. Hamilton keenly watches my every movement and subsequent expressions.
“I’m okay,” I promise. “Just spent too many hours in the car today.”
“Let’s get checked in so you can relax a bit before the rehearsal dinner.” Hamilton guides me with a firm hand on the small of my back. With his other hand, he rolls our luggage behind us.
I stand in line at the reception desk while another family checks in. A ping signals the opening of the elevator doors; with loud conversation, Savannah and Lincoln’s families spill out.
Savannah quickly spots me. I wave, and she scurries in my direction, wrapping me in a tight embrace.
“Savannah, you’re squeezing my bladder.” I beg for her to let up.