replied.
“Meredith, please.”
“You held my hand.”
Her face crumpled.
“I know.”
“You watched me cry over your son.”
“I know.”
“You let me stand in front of that coffin.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“I thought I was protecting him.”
“From what?”
She looked toward the groom’s room.
“From ruining his life.”
My throat tightened.
“So you ruined mine instead?”
She had no answer.
As the ceremony music shifted, I saw the bride.
Sarah stood near the entrance beside an older man.
She looked nervous and happy.
And completely unaware.
