He Tried to Humiliate Me at the Wedding Table

somebody had cut a string behind her knees.

“Seventy-three thousand?” she said.

“Seventy-two eight.”

“Jesus.”

I almost laughed. Not because it was funny. Because there it was. The exact number sitting under all those roses and candles and folded menu cards with embossed initials.

Money likes to hide inside pretty things.

She covered her mouth with her hand.continue reading …