Why Her Lawyer Went Pale In A Motel Parking Lot

slipping into the back pew. Diana, Joseline, dressed in black, perfectly coordinated.

They weren’t on the guest list. But someone must have looked away at the wrong moment.

I walked slowly down the aisle, heels echoing in the sudden silence. Every head turned. The music paused.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” I said quietly.

“We’re not leaving,” Diana continue reading …