Where did you get that ring

“Where is Vivian?”

My mother blinked.

“At the venue.”

“Did she come to apologize?”

“She can’t leave, Claire. She’s the bride.”

“Did she call to apologize?”

My father looked away.

I nodded.

“Then there’s nothing to discuss.”

I started to close the door.

My mother put her palm against it.

“Claire, I am begging you.”

“No, Mom. You’re begging me to rescue her from continue reading …