The rehearsal dinner had been perfect. Every toast landed, every course came out on time, and Maya had cried exactly the right amount for a bride the night before her wedding. By 10:30 PM, I had checked the last item off my list, confirmed tomorrow’s vendor arrival times, and retreated to my room with the intention of getting exactly seven hours of sleep.

I lasted forty-five minutes.

At 11:15, I gave up on the pretense of rest. My mind spun like a carousel I couldn’t stop, cycling through tomorrow’s timeline, backup plans for the backup plans, the ten thousand tiny details that could go wrong. I’d been planning weddings for...