Where did you get that ring

fabulous on you.”

I almost cried into my sunscreen.

When I came home, there was an envelope in my mailbox.

No return address.

Inside was a photograph.

At first, I did not understand what I was seeing.

It was from Vivian’s wedding day.

Not a professional picture.

A candid shot.

Someone had captured me in the hallway just before everything exploded. I was holding continue reading …