Where did you get that ring

later, beside the minister, under an arch of white roses.

But there would be no bride.

No vows.

No kiss.

No applause.

Alexander looked out at the crowd.

His mother stood near the front. Daniel beside her. Marcus at the edge of the room, already speaking quietly into his phone.

Alexander took a breath.

“Thank you all for coming,” he said.

His voice carried through continue reading …