On the Morning of My Son’s Wedding, Our Family Driver Locked Me in the Trunk and Covered Me With a Blanket

her come. Thinking: she looks like an angel.

But I know what she is.

Reverend Gibson’s voice rang out. The traditional words. Sacred vows about to be spoken.

“If anyone here knows any reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The traditional silence. The pause every ceremony has and no one ever continue reading …