They Made Me Wait in the ER While Prioritizing a Wedding Until Everything Started to Unravel

assembled on the lawn. Someone near the hydrangeas was arguing about flower arrangements.

Right. The wedding.

I stepped out slowly, each movement calibrated against the pull of stitches beneath my jacket. I grabbed my duffel and walked toward the front door the way I had walked through it my entire life, as if I still lived there, as if I had not been continue reading …