At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”
Fear.
If I opened it, the dream became real enough to fail.
Penelope came over.
“You’re staring at cardboard.”
“I know.”
“Open it.”
“I’m thinking.”
“You have thought for thirty years.”