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

there while the church bells started up for noon, automatic and cheerful and stupid.

He said my name when I reached for the car door.

Not “honey.” Not “kiddo.” My actual name.

“Grace.”

First time he sounded like he knew it cost him something.

I didn’t turn back.

I got in with the rabbit in my lap and shut the door.

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