They Hid Me Behind A Pillar At My Brother’s Wedding

cut from granite. He looked at the card, then the pillar, then me.

“They put you here?”

I shrugged. “It’s fine.”

He didn’t blink. “It’s not.”

He sat in the empty chair beside me like it had been reserved for him all along. “Follow my lead,” he said softly. “Pretend you’re my date.”

After the recessional, he touched my elbow. We walked past clinking flutes continue reading …