I was scarred saving my sister from a fire—years later, she hid me at her wedding, until the groom’s mother said five words that silenced everyone.

hands back on the wheels of my chair.

“I should go,” I said.

Emily exhaled as if I had finally become reasonable.

Daniel heard it. So did Margaret.

He stepped away from the altar before I could turn my chair completely toward the aisle.

“Please don’t leave yet.”

I looked up at him. His face was pale beneath the warm church light.

“I’m not asking you to stay continue reading …