My Family Chose My Sister’s Baby Shower Over My Wedding and the Next Morning They Wouldn’t Stop Calling Me

like the idea of a wedding. Up close, thirty-five of them held nothing. The wind moved through the empty rows and the lavender rustled and the salt marsh caught the light and the whole setting looked like something Marcus would one day paint, which was, in fact, what he did.

Seven people.

Marcus. Rachel. Two friends from Marcus’s art school years, a continue reading …