I Arrived At My Sister’s Wedding And She Tried To Hide Me

later I was in the side hall near the bathrooms, parked beneath a framed print of a sailboat, when Margaret found me.

She handed me a paper cup of water.

“Daniel’s ending it,” she said.

I stared at the cup.

Not because I was shocked. Because I wasn’t, and that felt almost worse.

“He asked if there was any version of today that could be fixed,” Margaret continue reading …