Right before my wedding day, I stopped by my future mother-in-law’s house. As I was leaving, I realized I had forgotten my cardigan

for me, and I could not leave it overnight in someone else’s home.

So I turned the car around.

The city lights smeared across the windshield. I told myself it was silly to feel uneasy. I was only going back for a sweater. I would ring the bell, apologize, collect it, and drive home. Tomorrow, I would wake early, wear the dress my mother had helped me continue reading …